My Oblivious Luna

Chapter One: The Clinic

Aella POV

I have to get out of here. At the age of 13, I suffered an accident that made me lose all my previous memories… or so that's what I've been told by the woman caring for me. I’ve been stuck in this damn clinic since that night. The odd thing is, I have never seen any other patients. The same woman has tended to me day after day, over the course of 5 years. She doesn't seem to have changed one bit. She's this tall, beautiful women, with long, jet black hair, flawless skin, with her mesmerizing golden eyes. She’s the only person I have contact with here. To be fair, she’s not bad company, a little bland on the conversation side and always coming in and out like she's in a hurry.

The night of the accident, I woke up in this very room disoriented and combative. Everytime this woman tried to come in to medicate me or feed me, I was waiting for her, ready to escape by all means possible. The first few nights, I still had the instinct to fight in me. I didn't know where I was. I just knew I was not supposed to be there. The woman would have to come in with a couple of hefty looking guys, just to sedate me so I wouldn't attack her. After a few weeks of repeating this cycle, I knew I wasn’t getting anywhere and my fighting instinct started to slowly fade. Defeated, I reluctantly submitted to my captors. I had no where to go anyway. At least nowhere I was able to remember. As far as I knew, no one was looking for me and no one was coming to my rescue.

Suddenly the door opens, and in steps my caregiver, right on time as always.

“Aella, dear, it’s time for your daily dose.” Mara sweetly smiles at me, holding the cup out to me.

I reach for it and put the cup to my lips, waiting for her to walk out. A routine I have come to memorize since getting here. As the door shuts behind her, I run to the sink and pour out the liquid before she comes back. As she opens the door, she looks at me unsuspectingly and brings me a tray of grilled cheese and tomato soup.

“So how’s the weather outside today, warden?” I asked sarcastically.

“It’s nice out,” she says, with a fake grin, trying to seem unbothered by my mere presence. “I promise you’ll get to see it for yourself one day, we just have to make sure you get better and that your memories return to you.”

I nod, disappointed at her answer, having heard it before.

She’s been telling me the same lie for 5 years. My 18th birthday is in 3 days, and I have yet to see the outside world or even leave this stuffy, moldy-smelling room. My room has no windows and the door locks from the outside. The only person with the key, I assume, is Mara, since she’s the only one who comes and goes from here. At least they’ve tried to make it somewhat comfortable by letting me decorate as I please. Mara once again exits the room and I take out my only source of comfort, a pen and my journal.

"At least I have you to keep me company..."

I start to write about the dream I had last night. I remember the vividness of the trees and the feeling of the wind against me as I dashed through the forest. I felt so liberated running through the woods, jumping over fallen trunks and zooming past startled little animals. At that moment, I had not a single care in the world, my escape away from the fluorescent lights and moldy room. I stare at where my feet should be and find beautiful white, furry paws, only coming to the realization that I'm running on all fours, but that doesn’t faze me and I keep on running, desperately feeding off the exhilarating feeling of freedom. The trees turn into clouds and I finally slow my pace as I come to a stop. In front of me stands the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her long, golden brown hair and her glowing white dress move mesmerizingly, almost too perfect to be real. I stare into her emerald green eyes, almost the same shade as mine except hers seem as if they are glowing. She opens her mouth as if to say something and that’s all I can remember. I wake up at the same part of the dream every time, but each time I memorize and write down the different details I notice.

For two straight years I’ve been having this dream. It started on the night of my 16th birthday, the same night I started throwing out my medication. I can’t help but think those medications are suppressing my memories instead of helping me recuperate them. I drank the vile liquid every day for so long, but now I only drink it when Mara occasionally stays behind to make sure I drink it. Although the occasion that I have to drink that medicine is rare, since Mara is usually eager to be anywhere but here, I still worry about the effects it's having on my memory and I cant help but think I'll never get them back. I know this dream is some kind of message. I try so hard every day, analyzing any little detail I can remember to help set off something in my mind, anything that may help jog back any little ounce of my memory possible.

The rattling of the door handle startles me, pulling me back to reality and out of my thoughts. I quickly rush to stuff my journal under my pillow. I look at the clock, shocked to see it’s only 2pm. Mara isn’t due for another 4 hours for dinner. Who could possibly be coming into my room? I wait, attentively staring at the jiggling door handle until it finally clicks. A bulky, hooded figure quickly sneaks in and shuts the door behind them.

“Let’s move. We have to get you out of here.” The mysterious voice of a man tells me.

“Who the hell are…”

“I don’t have time for this, you brat. Let’s move before he finds out what I’m up to!”

The man proceeds to aggressively grabs me by the arm and starts to open the door, before it is suddenly pushed open by a tall, muscular man. The hooded figure looks like a deer in headlights as he stares at the other man. He composes himself and begins to say something.

"Wait, I can explain..."

My mind is racing and I can’t make out what the hooded man is saying. I stare in awe at the two behemoths in front of me, afraid of what is going to happen to me. These two men are huge! I may not remember anything from my past, but I’m almost certain it’s humanly impossible to be that size. All of a sudden, the hooded man falls to the floor before I could even comprehend the scene that took place in front of me. With a single strike, the second intruder knocks out my would-be kidnapper… or my would-be savior? I guess I’ll never find out now. I stare dumbfounded at the effortless power this man possesses, an intimidating aura spewing from him, radiating power… and darkness. I start to slowly back away as I look the man in the eye, in my feeble attempt to seem unintimidated. The man grabs me by my neck just as Mara runs in, pulling on his arm.

“Damien! Let go of her now! Remember you still need that b***h!” She screams at the man who does nothing to loosen his grip on my neck.

He silently stares at me, piercing my soul with his cold, unbothered gaze. Seconds begin to feel like minutes and I slowly start to feel myself losing consciousness. He suddenly loosens his grip round my throat and I drop to my knees gasping for air, tears heavily streaming down my face. The man silently turns and walks away as if nothing happened. Mara drops to my side and begins to speak

“Well I guess I don’t have to play nice anymore, mutt. Don’t try to escape again. I can’t even fathom how you got Dante on your side, but both of you will be dealt with.” She smirks as she walks away, calling two other men to drag who I believe to be Dante, out of my room.

I sat there, tears still streaming down my face, consumed by a mixture of fear and confusion. I have to get out of here.