Memories

All I know is pain.

It's a constant thumming, hitting the base of my neck like some sort of drummer determined to break my skull. I can tell there are lights around me, bright and unforgiving, but as I try to blink my eyes open all I find is more black. A translucent black, with little bits of light peeking through the fiber. A blindfold. Huh, I don't remember putting one of those on this morning.

Wait, was there a this morning? All I remember is going to bed. Even that is foggy, I can't pin down what last day I remember. Was yesterday a Thursday? I can't remember what I ate, or if I went to work.

I honestly don't know if I should be concerned, it feels like something people may find concerning. I'm so tired, and the light is boaring into my soul. I don't have the energy to figure out if I should be worried right now.

I drag myself into an upright position. It is hell. It feels like I must command every cell with the poise of a general. Even then I can hear the cries of my own blood cells, Vive la révolution! I can't help but groan and topple back onto my side. Slowly I manage to convince my eyes to close once more and follow them into unconcious bliss.

I feel myself start to fall.

Oh SHI-

BAM

"Ouch." Luckly, I didn't fall on anything super important. Er, at least I don't believe I fell on anything important?

"That looked like it hurt." I immdeiently scramble away.

WHOA, WHOA, WHOA. I distinctly remember waking alone before, no voices.

I summon up all the courage I have, "Where are you? Get away! Or else!"

It's not the best attempt. But it's always good to try?

"Haha, yeah right. What would you even do pipsqueak? You look at least 3 years younger then me, plus you haven't even managed to take your blind fold off," The laugh is airy and sweet sounding, laced with mockery. It confirms my worries, I guess I am not very threatening.

I reach to take the fabric off my face, and it comes off easily. If anything, now that I hold it in my hands, it's soft and silky. It isn't a black piece of fabric at all, and it looks more like a eye mask then a blindfold. Though I've never seen a blindfold before so what do I know?

I drop the mask- er blindfold next to me and continue to look around. The space is small, and I take up most of the floor. It's very warm, almost cozy feeling. Now that my head isn't throbbing, the lights are almost inviting. Though looking up I wouldn't want to be closer to the blinding bulbs. Right next to me is a bed, and another above it. I didn't notice before, but I seem to have rammed into a ladder while I was attempting to back up. The bed next to me is well made, except for the kid sitting in the middle of it smirking down at me. On either side of the emerald eyed kid, lays a pillow. Underneath them are pink, red, and brown blankets. They look high quality, fancy. The top bed seems to be a mess, but it bears the same exact blankets. Though I can see the tops white sheets are visible. I guess that is probably where I fell from.

"It did hurt." I bring my eyes back down to the black haired teen. Thier smirk slowly turns to a face full of confusion so I add, "When I fell."

"Oh well, that's why I never choose top bunk," As soon as they say it their face contorts, as if their trying to figure out if that fact about themselves is truth, as if they're trying to remember something long forgotten.

I don't mention that I don't remember choosing anything. Instead I opt for, "Um, do you know where we are?"

The kid opens their mouth, only to close it and shake their head, "I'm almost as clueless as you. All I know is my name. It's Quinton by the way."

I nod. Right. People have names, which means I should probably have one too. What would I even be named?

"I'm not sure how to-"

"Let me guess, you don't remeber yet?" Quinton raises an eyebrow in my dirction and I nod. "Don't worry to much about it, I didn't remember for while after I woke up. Took less time to remember my age though, do you know that yet?"

"I think I do, I believe I'm 15ish. I can't remember if I turned 16 yet, but I know I was getting close?" I rub my temples as I try to remember whether or not my birthday passed recently. My head is already starting to hurt like hell again. Everythings getting brighter, almost mocking me for being unable to remember. Once the lights start, it's easy for the walls to follow. Closing in on me, it feels like the world is detirmined to squash me.

"Hey, hey, don't over work yourself. It's cool. I'm 16 too, er I'm around 16ish too. I think." Quinton speaks as they start to try and sqeeze beside me on the floor. It is insanely tight, it's as if I am breathing in thier air. I try not to panic about the fact our knees are touching or that my breathing did anything but slow since Quinton got closer.

The distance doesn't seem to bug them, "Alright then, um I think my favorite colors green. But the type of green you'd find in the ocean? I dunno how long it's been since I've seen it though. I know I like summers and sleep. I know I'm a boy, that bit feels very important for some reason. So he/him pronouns. When you feel ready you can share yours too. Um, I know I woke up much much before you. I wouldn't be surprised if I was awake for a day or so more then you, I mean I was up for awhile and I tried to leave but the door was locked. SoI just sat here watching you sleep," I look up from my hands, I hadn't even really realized my face was buried. Quintons staring off in the distance as they talk, and theres a moment right before they panically speak again, "Not that like I was doing that in a creepy way or something, it's just I woke up alone and there was a door and it was locked and there's not much else I can really do in this room. I mean um I tried to explore but it's kind of small and I... when I first woke up I didn't even remember if other humans were like a thing but there you were," His face is bright red, like I caught him doing something he wasn't supposed to.

"It's okay, I probably would have done the same. I mean, I woke up earlier too I think. I don't really remember much, just that it was painful. If I had seen the door, I probably would have tried it. If I saw another human, I'm sure I wouldn't know what to do other then wait for them to wake up," My eyes dart back down to my lap. The lights are less bright, the world seems a bit bigger too.

"You didn't have to do that."

"Do what? Sit with you and talk? If you can't tell by now, I enjoy talking. Espiecially if it's about myself," Quintons face is smirking once more, though his cheeks still have a faint red tracing them. He feels completely different compared to the boy who called me 'pipsqueak' less then 5 minutes ago.

I guess I look confused because it isn't long before Quinton continues, "Is that okay?"

I nod, "It's just unexpected I guess. I wouldn't have thought you would want to talk to me so much, or sit with me."

"Based on what? You dont know me, I mean I'm not even sure what I think I know about me is right," Quintons voice is stern, almost as if he's trying to prove something. His brows are furrowed and his arms are crossed.

"Based on earlier, the way you spoke to me," I tilt my head, trying to show him I'm not accusing. I'm only curious, only asking.

His eyebrows raise and he sighs. His head falls against his knees as he mumbles, "I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that."

I sigh too, I get it I guess. I've said things without knowing why before. That doesn't mean it hurt less in the moment.

Before I can open my mouth to reply, my body begins to lean to the left. It's almost as if I'm making a sharp turn in a car, or some other machine.

Ding-a-la Ding

All passengers please make thier way to meeting room B.

All passengers to meeting room B.

The voice is cold and robotic, and it comes from everywhere. I am sure there is a speaker hidden somewhere in this room, though the voice isn't anything compared to what I see right in front of me...

the door is open.