Tomorrow pt. 2
“Yeah, don’t you remember what happened to you? We’ve been waiting for you to wake up so we could ask you.” He seemed a bit disappointed and continued to dress my wounds. “We’re about ten miles from the city, so we assumed that’s where you came from.” None of his words made any sense to me. All I could remember was I woke up in this… Oh yeah, this baggy gray shirt.
“Whose shirt is this?” I asked flinching a bit as he pulled my skin a little. At this question, he smiled.
“That’s my shirt, your shirt and pants were torn. They’re in the closet if you’d like to see them.” He vaguely gestured with his head towards the direction of the closet in the corner of the room. How did I not see that before? “Do you have any more questions?” He asked, curiosity lacing his voice. I shook my head, if I had any questions, I’d ask them when they came to mind. He placed some of the unknown substance from the unnamed bottle onto the rag and slowly circled my injuries with it. “This is gonna numb the area, so you don’t feel any pain. It usually takes effect really quickly.” He placed a fresh bandage on the area and got up from the bedside, gathering all the products he used. I sat up a little and inspected the area he’d just tended to. He wasn’t lying when he said it took effect quickly. As he was about to leave the room, I called him back.
“Justin! Where are you going?”
“I’m going to wash my hands, and go back to my friends in the other room. Do you wanna come meet them?” He politely offered.
“Ok, but I don’t have any pants.” I reminded him. If I was going to meet these people, I might as well have been fully clothed, or as close to it as I could get.
“I’ll find some for you.” He chuckled as he left the room, closing the door behind him. I raised myself up fully, slid from under the covers and dangled my feet off the bed, waiting for him to return. Then I realized, why was I trusting him? He could be a killer of some sort, sure he didn’t look the type, but that could be the exact reason why no one would suspect him. I was dragged from my train of thought when someone knocked on the door.
“Can I come in?” Justin’s voice came from behind the door.
“Yeah, sure.” I shouted, slightly raising my voice. The door opened and he came in with a pair of black sweatpants and socks.
“I hope these fit you.”
I took the clothes from him and began to put them on, starting with the socks.
“Should I leave?” Justin timidly suggests, as if he hadn’t already seen most of my body.
“If you want to…” I mumbled, I trying to focus on putting on the socks. Such a task should’ve seemed effortless, but with the wound on my stomach I tried to maneuver myself in a way that it wouldn’t re-open. Justin stood there awkwardly, turning his head away from me. After putting on the clothing, I called out to him. He walked to my bedside and put his arm around my waist, careful to avoid my stomach, and helped me up.
“Are you ok? Can you walk? You don’t have to meet them if you don-”
“I’m fine.” I giggled as I allowed myself to be helped up. He sure asked a lot of questions. He seemed to be pretty strong too, although he didn’t look too much older than me, if older at all. He walked with his arm around my waist the whole way, even though I didn’t need any help standing—I didn’t tell him that, though. I felt uneasy about meeting these “friends” of his, so I tried to distract myself by holding onto him. We made our way from the dim hallway to living room where everyone else resided. The chatter that had been previously going on, stopped. The friends of his, were noticeably all male. Which only added onto my uneasiness.
“Hello!” One of the strangers greeted me cheerfully, as he sat cross-legged on the floor with a bright smile on his face.
“Hello.” I replied, trying to erase the timid sound from my voice.
“What’s your name? My name is Jack!” The same stranger replied, the cheerfulness in his voice as evident as ever.
“I don’t really remember, sorry.” I tried my best not to sound dejected as I said so. The smile on Jack’s face faded into a look of sympathy. At least he doesn’t look to have bad intentions. Jack got up from his position to walk up to me, and held out his hand. I took me a bit longer than it should’ve to realize he wanted a handshake. I returned the gesture and shook his hand, studying his face as I did so. He had light golden brown hair, big brown eyes and a childish face.
“Justin, why are you holding her?” Jack questioned, innocence ringing through his voice. Justin opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by one of the other strangers in the room.
“Why do you always ask so many questions?” The stranger asked, obviously annoyed.
“Sorry Mel.” Jack apologized, quickly turning back to me. He pointed towards the strangers to explain. “That’s Mel. His real name is Amelia.” He stated trying to suppress a laugh, his big eyes shaping into small crescent moons as he did so. Amelia? What a strange name for a male.
“That’s my shirt, your shirt and pants were torn. They’re in the closet if you’d like to see them.” He vaguely gestured with his head towards the direction of the closet in the corner of the room. How did I not see that before? “Do you have any more questions?” He asked, curiosity lacing his voice. I shook my head, if I had any questions, I’d ask them when they came to mind. He placed some of the unknown substance from the unnamed bottle onto the rag and slowly circled my injuries with it. “This is gonna numb the area, so you don’t feel any pain. It usually takes effect really quickly.” He placed a fresh bandage on the area and got up from the bedside, gathering all the products he used. I sat up a little and inspected the area he’d just tended to. He wasn’t lying when he said it took effect quickly. As he was about to leave the room, I called him back.
“Justin! Where are you going?”
“I’m going to wash my hands, and go back to my friends in the other room. Do you wanna come meet them?” He politely offered.
“Ok, but I don’t have any pants.” I reminded him. If I was going to meet these people, I might as well have been fully clothed, or as close to it as I could get.
“I’ll find some for you.” He chuckled as he left the room, closing the door behind him. I raised myself up fully, slid from under the covers and dangled my feet off the bed, waiting for him to return. Then I realized, why was I trusting him? He could be a killer of some sort, sure he didn’t look the type, but that could be the exact reason why no one would suspect him. I was dragged from my train of thought when someone knocked on the door.
“Can I come in?” Justin’s voice came from behind the door.
“Yeah, sure.” I shouted, slightly raising my voice. The door opened and he came in with a pair of black sweatpants and socks.
“I hope these fit you.”
I took the clothes from him and began to put them on, starting with the socks.
“Should I leave?” Justin timidly suggests, as if he hadn’t already seen most of my body.
“If you want to…” I mumbled, I trying to focus on putting on the socks. Such a task should’ve seemed effortless, but with the wound on my stomach I tried to maneuver myself in a way that it wouldn’t re-open. Justin stood there awkwardly, turning his head away from me. After putting on the clothing, I called out to him. He walked to my bedside and put his arm around my waist, careful to avoid my stomach, and helped me up.
“Are you ok? Can you walk? You don’t have to meet them if you don-”
“I’m fine.” I giggled as I allowed myself to be helped up. He sure asked a lot of questions. He seemed to be pretty strong too, although he didn’t look too much older than me, if older at all. He walked with his arm around my waist the whole way, even though I didn’t need any help standing—I didn’t tell him that, though. I felt uneasy about meeting these “friends” of his, so I tried to distract myself by holding onto him. We made our way from the dim hallway to living room where everyone else resided. The chatter that had been previously going on, stopped. The friends of his, were noticeably all male. Which only added onto my uneasiness.
“Hello!” One of the strangers greeted me cheerfully, as he sat cross-legged on the floor with a bright smile on his face.
“Hello.” I replied, trying to erase the timid sound from my voice.
“What’s your name? My name is Jack!” The same stranger replied, the cheerfulness in his voice as evident as ever.
“I don’t really remember, sorry.” I tried my best not to sound dejected as I said so. The smile on Jack’s face faded into a look of sympathy. At least he doesn’t look to have bad intentions. Jack got up from his position to walk up to me, and held out his hand. I took me a bit longer than it should’ve to realize he wanted a handshake. I returned the gesture and shook his hand, studying his face as I did so. He had light golden brown hair, big brown eyes and a childish face.
“Justin, why are you holding her?” Jack questioned, innocence ringing through his voice. Justin opened his mouth to answer but was cut off by one of the other strangers in the room.
“Why do you always ask so many questions?” The stranger asked, obviously annoyed.
“Sorry Mel.” Jack apologized, quickly turning back to me. He pointed towards the strangers to explain. “That’s Mel. His real name is Amelia.” He stated trying to suppress a laugh, his big eyes shaping into small crescent moons as he did so. Amelia? What a strange name for a male.
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