The Kidnapping of Scarlet James

I don't know how I got away with murder. Nor do I know how I got on this operating table. I always wondered if I would become someone's freak accident. Upon examining my charts, I learned that I was an orphan. Honestly, I don't remember much. It's funny how we end up right where we are meant to be. I feel like the nurse knows me. Just by the way, he speaks in such a hopeful tone. I recognize his scent, which is odd because I don't remember much. Yet somehow, he feels like home. He reaches out for me in my dreams and screams my name, "ELLA!" or at least I think that is my name. No known kin, which means I am alone. Other than this man with fiery red hair and crystal blue eyes. I know he means something.

Shift change begins, and I ask the raven-haired nurse who he is; however, she tells me no one is my nurse. Do I imagine him? How could that be? I can smell his scent—hints of sandalwood and frankincense. No one smells it but me. The nurse inserts a needle in my veins. She tells me this is to help me sleep. When I ask her what it is, she tells me it is nothing to worry about. I think they're poisoning me. When I look at the news before drifting off, I see my face. Hefty, bold letters say, "Missing: Scarlet James. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Last seen in a black velvet dress in NYC on New Year's Eve. Reward: $2,000,000.".

How am I missing? Who would pay that kind of money for me?! Better yet, where am I?! I go to scream, but nothing comes out. Finally, my head nods, and the room starts to spin. Suddenly everything turns black. I awake groggily and stumble to the bathroom and splash cold water onto my face. Was it a dream? Or did I get drugged the night before?

The room smells like rubbing alcohol, and there is a small mark on my arm. I am sure I am not supposed to realize this. The man walks in again and greets me with a soft smile. "Good morning, beautiful.", he says in a mesmerizing voice. "Did you sleep well?" he asked curiously. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?" I ask in a terrified tone. "Oh, sweetheart. I am your husband. The doctor warned me that you would not remember me. Here…", he says as he offers me a photo album. "It's all here. Our wedding day, vacations, and even our high school graduation."

The problem was he got the location wrong. Was I not supposed to remember? "Oh, yes," I replied, pretending to go along with it. "Wasn't this Rebecca?" I ask him curiously. "Yes! Very good!" he encourages me. However, he was wrong. That was Jennifer. What is going on here?! Who is this man? Who am I?

"Ella, this is normal. I know you're scared." He reassures me. However, I am not Ella! I am Scarlet. Scarlet James!! Who is Ella?! "Who's Ella?" I mumble. "Hmm?" he says while chewing his breakfast. "WHO IS ELLA?!" I scream.

"NURSE!!" he screams. "She isn't herself again. She needs her sedative." He insures her. "No. Please! Don't!" I beg. "Shhh. It'll be okay." He says with a devious grin. "See you in a while.". He walks out as the nurses strap me down. I scream and beg for help. However, it doesn't seem to help. I feel a sharp stab in my arm. "Please don't do this to me." I cry as the nurse slowly pushes on the syringe. The medicine feels hot. Like lava is being inserted into my veins. The room begins to spin, the voices begin to be silenced, and everything goes black.