Prologue

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Prologue IDRIS My head is hurting, my body doesn’t feel alive, It takes all my effort just to open my eyes. The first thing I see is a white ceiling, There is something in my hand that keeps nagging, I tried hard to take what is causing pain, but it’s too heavy to move. What has happened to me? I try to think, I finally took my hand to remove the needle on my right forearm, “Ouch”. I try to sit up. My body is sore, my throat is sore, I look at the room, it is spotless, everything is black and white. I looked at the king-size bed next to my bed, it was neatly made, some books filled on one sidewall, and next to it, there were computers, monitors with an office chair. The dresser, wardrobe everything is so neat, there were no clothes outside of it, the black couch was placed where the sun came in. I looked at the machine that was connected to me. Why was I connected to it? I removed all the wires that were connected to me. There are more pictures of a girl and a boy. They look cute together, there was another one on the bedside table and on the machine that was connected to me too. I look at it, she looks so young and happy, but who is she? Was she my daughter? Wait? What do I look like? Why can't I remember my face? I looked straight to take a look in the mirror in the wardrobe. I look like the girl in the picture but I’m so lean, my hair is short but combed well. I tried to take a look at myself. I tried to move but I couldn’t. The remote which was next to it fell. My legs are numb. I couldn’t take my legs out of bed. Before I could move out of bed, a man was standing in front of me. He is tall, like he could be 6’2 or something, he has broad shoulders, he is not lean but. He slim build, muscular. His white shirt shows his abs, his shirt fits him perfectly, his legs are so long, he looks extremely handsome, he is not a man, he is the same as the man on the phone with a girl who looks like me, “Who are you?” I asked. Who is he? Why is he with me? Was she my daughter? Was I too old? How old am I? Could she be my sister? Is she her fiance or husband? He looks shocked after seeing me. Maybe he doesn’t like me or just didn’t expect me to talk to him. I can’t read his expressions, it’s so difficult for me to read him. “Who are you?” I asked again" I don’t know why I am here. I don’t remember anything. It’s scary, I’m scared. “Ba… Idris. I’m…” His name is Idris. My surroundings make me feel scared. I don’t know anything here. “Idris, why am I here?” I asked him. "I'm, not Idris. You're Idris." He replied in a soft tone. He looks so confused and sad, And the name doesn’t even sound like a girl, “I’m Idris?” I ask, Does he want to play with me or something? He is walking towards me. He doesn’t feel intimidated, but there is something else in me, “Idris, you had an accident, you…” He trails off like he is in pain. Wait! What? I had an accident? That’s why I was connected to tubes and wires? But I feel good, healthy. “What?” I asked. I don’t know if I can believe this stranger could be my brother-in-law or just a stranger. “You went into a coma. We need to get you to the hospital,” he says, with even more pain. “Hospital?” If he is telling the truth, could he give me any food first, or at least tell me who he is and where is my sister, who almost looks like me? Or anything other than the weird name Idris for me. “Yeah, the place where people get treatment, doctors…” Does he try to explain what a hospital is? “I know what a hospital is,” I smirk “Okay, just get ready, I will take you to the hospital,” he says like he wants to figure out something? “Why should you take me to the hospital? Who are you? Why is the photo there?” I asked, looking at the photo. Was it my sister or was it just me? Everything is so confusing and I hate that I don’t remember anything. But he didn’t answer any of the questions, he completely ignored them, “We need to go to the hospital,” He says, turning away from me. He took a few dresses, “Here, wear them,” He gave me some jeans, a top with underwear. Who is he giving me clothes? His action makes me question more and confuses me more. Could it be the girl’s dress he is giving to me? When I was thinking about it, I didn’t take it from him. He put it on the bed. “I will wait over there,” He nodded and left. I nod, What am I even doing going with a stranger? Who is he taking my clothes with underwear on? Why is he sad? Is he sad or happy? I ask myself. Once I wore the jeans and shirt he gave me. I walked to the mirror, each step taking all my strength to walk. Finally, I look at my face in the mirror. It looked so pale, I thought I needed to brush and wash my face too. I looked at the other door in the room. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. When I came back, the mysterious handsome boy was sitting on the bed looking at something. I can’t read his expression as his back is facing me. “I’m ready,” I say. I don’t feel as scared as before. Actually, he feels comforting, he doesn’t like to say what’s in his handsome mind but he is trying his best to keep up with me. I want to know who he is? Who is she? Was that me? If that was me? Who is he to me? “We can go,” he says “Who are you?” I ask, “Who are you to me?” I clarify His eyes don't look at me like he did since our first meeting, He looks at the floor, “We need to go to the hospital as soon as possible, I made pancakes and grape juice..” I cut him off. “I’m so hungry,” I admit, He smiles but it fades in a second, “Dining is in the other room,” He says I follow him, Not just the room I was in, this whole apartment looks so tidy, like no one has ever lived. I look at the plate where the pancake was served with honey, Is he a chef? He pulled a chair for me to sit. Once I had breakfast I confirmed he was a chef. It is the best pancake I have ever eaten. I want to ask a lot of question, “Whe…” “Sink is there, you can wash your hands,” he says, pointing at the kitchen and taking the plate. Once we are done with it, I know I need to go with him to the hospital he is telling since the start. When he took the elevator, he was not in the mood to answer. I tried to read him but failed miserably. When we reached the car parking, he pressed a button attached to the key. I didn’t know what that was supposed to do, I waited for him to show me the car so we could go to that hospital that he was telling me about since I opened my eyes. There was a car that was coming, I moved to give way to it, but I was shocked when there was no driver. I was jerked off when the car came at me. “Careful,” the handsome man said. I nodded and followed him to the car. When I hopped in, I tried to put on the seat belt but I couldn’t find it, “Stay back,” He said and clicked on something, that immediately locked me safely in the car., “How?” I don’t remember anything that had happened so fast and safely, He smiles, “It’s just a small tech,” He didn’t elaborate. After a few minutes of awkward silence, I couldn’t withstand the questions pounding in my head, I turned slightly to face him, “Was that me in that picture with you or my younger sister or something?” I asked. He stays silent, keeping his eyes on the road, even though his body is rigid and straight, his face shows he is in pain. When he doesn’t say anything, “Who am I to you?” I ask, I want to know it. He looks at me, the pain in his eyes makes me feel sad, “Please, don’t ask me anything until we see the doctor and get you checked. I will answer everything later.” He says. I want to say No, I want to know everything right now, but seeing him in pain makes me sadder. So I quit the idea for now, I try to remember him, or any face but I got nothing. It’s just blank, I’m getting frustrated with every second passing. “Don’t think too much,” a handsome man says. I look away, “easy for you to say,” I say, I don’t want him to hear it but I want him to hear it at the same time.
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