Tomorrow pt. 1
“I can’t really remember the last time when I didn’t feel as though there was something I was forgetting. It was something always at the back of my mind, and every time I thought I was at the verge of remembering, something in my mind retracted the memory. It grew frustrating, but I eventually got used to it.”
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I sat in the bed still feeling as dazed and confused as I had when I originally woke up here not too long ago. A closed window next to the bed was clouded and dusty, meaning it would be almost useless to me. It did serve at least one purpose though, the light that projected through it indicated it was either dawn or dusk—although, that still didn’t reveal much. A sudden dizziness overcame me as I held my head in my hands, hoping to ease the tenseness that came over me. Man, I really wished I knew where I was, or what happened. Then I realized something, this shirt was too big for me. I didn’t remember much, but I knew for a fact that this shirt wasn’t mine. The baggy gray t-shirt I wore seemed to be that belonging to a male. However, I also noticed that apart from my underwear and the baggy shirt, I wore nothing else. Through slightly blurry eyesight, I peered around the room once more and noticed a closed door on the other side of the room. Cautiously, my feet slipped themselves from beneath the covers to step on the ground. The tile floor felt icy against the bare skin of my feet.
With slight hesitation, I dragged myself from the bed towards the door, lightly jiggling the handle in an attempt to test it. Realizing the door was unlocked, I turned the handle quietly as not to make noise. The hallway outside the door was dimly lit, and I could hear the sound of multiple voices from around the corner. Stepping as softly and silently as I possibly could’ve, I creeped around the corner to catch a glimpse at who the voices belonged too. Unlike the room I was just in, the floor of the hallway was comprised of wooden floorboards, rather than tile. Thankfully my vision had almost returned to it’s fully functional state. To my dismay however, the floorboards shifted and creaked as I took another step.
“Oh crap.” I whispered to myself, as I realized the voices had stopped talking. They must have heard me.
“Is she awake?” One of the voices asked, a voice belonging to a male.
“I’ll go check.” Another responded, also male. At this point I knew I had nowhere to go, the other direction of the hallway led to a dead end, and the only other place I could’ve gone was back to the room. But neither of those would’ve worked, since I’d inevitably be found. All I thought I could do in that moment was try to fight back. Although I was still slightly dizzy, I braced myself as I heard the footsteps draw closer. Nervousness almost crippling me as I imagined an array of unfortunate scenarios. Finally, the steps drew close enough to turn the corner and I was met with the sight of the young man who owned one of the voices. He gave me a once over, when I suddenly remembered I was only in knickers and a t-shirt, but it wasn’t the time to grow self-conscious or embarrassed. I didn’t know who that man was, in the state I was in, there’s no doubt he could’ve killed me if he wanted to.
“Are you ok?” The male asked as he cautiously took a few steps towards me. As if unsure whether or not he should approach me. I felt my body loosen up a bit, he didn’t seem to be much of a threat. He had a part in the fringe of his black hair that revealed a piece of his forehead, that seemed to be cut. Not to mention a shirt that seemed almost identical to the one I wore, save for the color. “Can I come closer?” He asked me. Warily, I nodded, permitting him to approach me. He came a few steps closer, before he retracted his unconsciously reaching hand.
“My name is Justin. What’s your name?” He inquired in a way that seemed more for fit a five-year-old child.
“My name is…” I trailed off. The answer to such a simple question failing to reveal itself to me. “What is my name?” I asked, more to myself. Justin looked at me with something akin to sympathy in his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it! We’ll find out eventually.” He attempted to reassure me. He cleared his throat before a soft shade of pink appeared on his cheeks, what was he thinking about? “This is a weird question to ask, but can I lift up your shirt?” I immediately felt myself about to go off when he interjected. “I-It’s not what you think! I promise it’s not. You have a gash on your stomach from when I found you. I think it’s just on the skin so you should be okay, I just need to make sure the wound’s clean.”
I knew better than to let a random guy inspect me with such intimacy, but just to confirm what he said, I lifted the collar of my shirt and gazed down to inspect my stomach, and he was right. A half peeling bandage laid on my skin. How did I not feel this before? I was extremely weary of this whole situation, but given my condition, I didn’t exactly have much of a choice.
“I heard other voices.” The confession uttered thoughtlessly through my mouth. “Who are they?” I could tell he wasn’t expecting that, not so soon at least.
“They’re my friends. We stuck together after everything happened.” I didn’t quite know what he was talking about, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask any questions as I felt myself grow dizzier, weaker, and unable to balance myself. Justin grabbed me as I was about to fall, and walked me back to the room, where he laid me down on the bed.
“Sorry about this.” He said whilst grabbing the hem of my shirt and pushed it up to just below my rib cage. I scrutinized every move he made, before I finally looked down at my stomach. In disbelief, I stared at the skin deep tear in my skin that recently began to bleed. “It opened up again.” He sighed, leaving the bedside and exiting the room. He returned almost instantaneously with a bottle of ointment or something of the like, as well as an unnamed black bottle, two tiny rags, and bandage tape. He sat on the edge of the bed and prepared the substances to dress the abrasion on my stomach. As he gently dabbed the near soaked rag onto the skin of my stomach, I began to feel the burning pain that had somehow subsided itself before. In that moment, I could do nothing but bite my tongue, trying unsuccessfully to distract from the pain.
“Where did you find me? Where are we?” I uttered in an attempt to ease the tension I felt from the pain. He looked up from his work on my stomach and looked over to my face.
“I found you outside, and I brought you here.” He disclosed. “It’s not safe to be wandering out in the Wastelands like that, especially not in the state you were in! You could’ve gotten infected from your cut or an animal co-”
“Wastelands?” I cut him off before he could lecture me any further.
I sat in the bed still feeling as dazed and confused as I had when I originally woke up here not too long ago. A closed window next to the bed was clouded and dusty, meaning it would be almost useless to me. It did serve at least one purpose though, the light that projected through it indicated it was either dawn or dusk—although, that still didn’t reveal much. A sudden dizziness overcame me as I held my head in my hands, hoping to ease the tenseness that came over me. Man, I really wished I knew where I was, or what happened. Then I realized something, this shirt was too big for me. I didn’t remember much, but I knew for a fact that this shirt wasn’t mine. The baggy gray t-shirt I wore seemed to be that belonging to a male. However, I also noticed that apart from my underwear and the baggy shirt, I wore nothing else. Through slightly blurry eyesight, I peered around the room once more and noticed a closed door on the other side of the room. Cautiously, my feet slipped themselves from beneath the covers to step on the ground. The tile floor felt icy against the bare skin of my feet.
With slight hesitation, I dragged myself from the bed towards the door, lightly jiggling the handle in an attempt to test it. Realizing the door was unlocked, I turned the handle quietly as not to make noise. The hallway outside the door was dimly lit, and I could hear the sound of multiple voices from around the corner. Stepping as softly and silently as I possibly could’ve, I creeped around the corner to catch a glimpse at who the voices belonged too. Unlike the room I was just in, the floor of the hallway was comprised of wooden floorboards, rather than tile. Thankfully my vision had almost returned to it’s fully functional state. To my dismay however, the floorboards shifted and creaked as I took another step.
“Oh crap.” I whispered to myself, as I realized the voices had stopped talking. They must have heard me.
“Is she awake?” One of the voices asked, a voice belonging to a male.
“I’ll go check.” Another responded, also male. At this point I knew I had nowhere to go, the other direction of the hallway led to a dead end, and the only other place I could’ve gone was back to the room. But neither of those would’ve worked, since I’d inevitably be found. All I thought I could do in that moment was try to fight back. Although I was still slightly dizzy, I braced myself as I heard the footsteps draw closer. Nervousness almost crippling me as I imagined an array of unfortunate scenarios. Finally, the steps drew close enough to turn the corner and I was met with the sight of the young man who owned one of the voices. He gave me a once over, when I suddenly remembered I was only in knickers and a t-shirt, but it wasn’t the time to grow self-conscious or embarrassed. I didn’t know who that man was, in the state I was in, there’s no doubt he could’ve killed me if he wanted to.
“Are you ok?” The male asked as he cautiously took a few steps towards me. As if unsure whether or not he should approach me. I felt my body loosen up a bit, he didn’t seem to be much of a threat. He had a part in the fringe of his black hair that revealed a piece of his forehead, that seemed to be cut. Not to mention a shirt that seemed almost identical to the one I wore, save for the color. “Can I come closer?” He asked me. Warily, I nodded, permitting him to approach me. He came a few steps closer, before he retracted his unconsciously reaching hand.
“My name is Justin. What’s your name?” He inquired in a way that seemed more for fit a five-year-old child.
“My name is…” I trailed off. The answer to such a simple question failing to reveal itself to me. “What is my name?” I asked, more to myself. Justin looked at me with something akin to sympathy in his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it! We’ll find out eventually.” He attempted to reassure me. He cleared his throat before a soft shade of pink appeared on his cheeks, what was he thinking about? “This is a weird question to ask, but can I lift up your shirt?” I immediately felt myself about to go off when he interjected. “I-It’s not what you think! I promise it’s not. You have a gash on your stomach from when I found you. I think it’s just on the skin so you should be okay, I just need to make sure the wound’s clean.”
I knew better than to let a random guy inspect me with such intimacy, but just to confirm what he said, I lifted the collar of my shirt and gazed down to inspect my stomach, and he was right. A half peeling bandage laid on my skin. How did I not feel this before? I was extremely weary of this whole situation, but given my condition, I didn’t exactly have much of a choice.
“I heard other voices.” The confession uttered thoughtlessly through my mouth. “Who are they?” I could tell he wasn’t expecting that, not so soon at least.
“They’re my friends. We stuck together after everything happened.” I didn’t quite know what he was talking about, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask any questions as I felt myself grow dizzier, weaker, and unable to balance myself. Justin grabbed me as I was about to fall, and walked me back to the room, where he laid me down on the bed.
“Sorry about this.” He said whilst grabbing the hem of my shirt and pushed it up to just below my rib cage. I scrutinized every move he made, before I finally looked down at my stomach. In disbelief, I stared at the skin deep tear in my skin that recently began to bleed. “It opened up again.” He sighed, leaving the bedside and exiting the room. He returned almost instantaneously with a bottle of ointment or something of the like, as well as an unnamed black bottle, two tiny rags, and bandage tape. He sat on the edge of the bed and prepared the substances to dress the abrasion on my stomach. As he gently dabbed the near soaked rag onto the skin of my stomach, I began to feel the burning pain that had somehow subsided itself before. In that moment, I could do nothing but bite my tongue, trying unsuccessfully to distract from the pain.
“Where did you find me? Where are we?” I uttered in an attempt to ease the tension I felt from the pain. He looked up from his work on my stomach and looked over to my face.
“I found you outside, and I brought you here.” He disclosed. “It’s not safe to be wandering out in the Wastelands like that, especially not in the state you were in! You could’ve gotten infected from your cut or an animal co-”
“Wastelands?” I cut him off before he could lecture me any further.
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