Bio Rogue

I open my eyes, cursing silently. Where the hell am I? This feeling was a familiar one but not in a good way. I look down to see that I’m covered up in a soft feeling blanket and pain. Lots of pain. Searing pain that I am now fully aware of is coursing throughout my body, without any idea what may have caused it. I instinctively put my hand up to the cause of my gigantic headache. That hurt a LOT. It feels like a massive gash on my head and a rather large lump by it. Whatever or whoever did this knew what they were doing, I was busted up pretty badly. I tried to focus my eyes so I could look around the room slowly, but things are a bit fuzzy at first. Things much further away were super fuzzy and trying to focus on them made me dizzy. What in the world happened? How did I get here? Where am I? These were all some pretty great questions for someone that has no idea who she even is at the moment. Is this a hang over? Did I drink myself into amnesia? I don’t even know if that’s possible. I look under the blanket and find that I am definitely a woman and upon further inspection, I notice that my clothes were disheveled, covered in dirt and torn in places. I lift part of my shirt to look at my side and realize I’m completely covered in cuts and bruises with dried blood caked on my skin and staining my clothing. Well this is fantastic, I like this shirt and now it’s ruined. It feels comfy, I wonder if I can find a replacement. I was wearing a pair of black jeans, an all black tshirt and it looks like I had a dark red flannel on as well but tied it around my waist. Most of my flannel looks shredded with huge chunks missing. Not a bad outfit choice. My sneakers were not far from the couch I’m laying on, at least I assume those are my shoes since I can feel my socks touching the couch directly. How long was I out? I closed my eyes for a few seconds, trying to recall the events that led up to this. Nothing. Just a blank wall of nothingness. What could I have done to myself to cause this? Did I pick a fight with someone? By the looks of it, I got the utter crap beat out of me. I hope I took the other person down with me if it was a fight. I laid there for a while and ran various scenarios through my mind of what could have possibly happened. Maybe I got into a bar fight and got beat up so badly that it caused amnesia. Maybe I got hit by a car and it dragged me a few miles or maybe a dog attacked me. None of these feel quite right. I guess I should pick myself up and try to figure all of this out. I just hope I’m not in some stranger’s house. I really don’t feel like going to jail, especially when I don’t even know who I am. That would be so awkward if I’m in someone’s house. How would I explain that? “Oh hello sir or ma’am, no I won’t hurt you. How did I get in here and why am I here? Both are excellent questions that I don’t have answers to. I misplaced my house and seem to have no idea who I am but I’ll be on my way now, no need for police”. I mentally facepalm at the idea of needing to explain myself to a stranger. I start to sit up while holding my head in my hand and a familiar voice calls out to me “Oi! She lives! Go slowly lass, I gather that gash on your head is feeling a right bit nasty right now. You had me worried there for a while. How are you feeling?” As lovely as her voice is, it’s killing my head right now. I groaned and in a hoarse tone I managed to choke out “I’m fine. My head hurts but I’ll be alright”. “Right then, here’s some aleve, breakfast’s on the table for you”. I look over and a beautiful woman with flowing long reddish orange hair held back by a decorative handkerchief on her head and bright emerald green eyes that almost glows in the daylight walks over to me with her hand extended. I accept the aleve, thanking her and walk out of the living room towards the kitchen. “What happened?” I call out. I hear boots clopping towards me over the wooden floor. “Ay lass, that’s the question of the day indeed. How much do you remember?” I paused for a moment with aleve in one hand as I picked up my glass from the table, looking down with intent focus on trying to recall anything. “Nothing. It’s all blank”. I felt her gaze upon me and looked up to see an a serious look on her face. “Right then, do you remember who I am?” I swallow the aleve with water chasing it down, hoping to have a second to find the answer she’s waiting for and then I sit in the nicely hand carved wooden chair next to my place setting. I look up at her and feel a pang of guilt “I’m sorry, I don’t. I feel that you’re someone familiar but no, I don’t recognize where I am or who you are. I’m sorry.” I debated telling her it feels like this has happened before, but that’s crazy, who loses their memory more than once? That’s unheard of, she’d never believe me. I don’t want to scare her into thinking I’m crazy. She leans against the doorway, taking a swig from the bottle of alcohol in her hands and then shot me a look that I couldn’t decipher the meaning of. You don’t remember any bit of your childhood?” Hmm maybe she doesn’t believe me. I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t believe me either. I shook my head no as I put a forkful of food in my mouth. She walks over and sits backwards on the chair next to me on my left. I instinctively look over at her. Is she trying to see through me to judge if I’m lying? Could she know what happened? I swallow the food in my mouth and go to open my mouth to speak but she cuts me off asking “Lass, what’s your name?”. I shrugged and said “I’ll figure it out eventually”. She frowns at that response. Whoops, I guess that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. Ah man. Now I’ve done it. I wonder if she’s asking these questions to see if I know the answers because she doesn’t or if she’s asking me to see how much I remember. She doesn’t seem like she’d hurt me, I don’t think she was the cause of this, but even still, I should keep my guard up. Could she have found me on her couch randomly? I looked at her trying to decide if she’d have kidnapped me and if so, what her motive for it would have been. Do I have a family? Would they pay a ransom for me? “Lass, my name is Ailia. We grew up together after I moved here from a land far away overseas. Your name’s Olette. You’ve been staying with me since we graduated high school a few weeks ago. Ever since you were 17, someone has been trying to abduct you and neither of us know why they’re doing it or who it is yet. You suspect it might be your father or possibly one of the many people that bullied you in school.” Ah man. That’s not good. I look down at my plate, rolling around the last bits of sausage that suddenly became the most interesting things in the world it seems. “Is any of this coming back to you?” I sigh and shake my head “No. How did I get here? I’m guessing the pain and how roughed up I am is from whoever tried to take me but how am I here and not tied up in some crusty dusty basement somewhere?” I look up at her curiously.