Scribble One

When the morning came, I was lying on the floor and everything was messy around me. The sunlight was passing through the curtains reaching my closed eyes. Few seconds later, I started opening my eyes slowly, trying to realize where I was. I sat down, there was a white dress on me. I looked around, I was in a room that I’ve never seen before. I stood up rubbing my hair hoping to remember anything, and started walking in the room. There was a mirror on my right hand. I looked at it, my face was covered with light makeup, looking so pretty and the glitter was around my eyes, my hair too, seemed like it was made in a nice shape but was ruined because of sleeping. I stood away from the mirror feeling so confused, trying to remember anything. I looked again at the room, then realized it was a hotel room. I approached the window and looked through it. I was staying in a very high level of the hotel. I sighed. Then the room’s door was knocked. I went to open it.

“Good morning Ms. Rosie.” “I looked at him confused, asking, “Who are you? And how did you know my name?” “I work here. And this hotel room got booked under your name last night.” “What?!” “With breakfast. That’s why I brought you breakfast.” I opened my mouth, not understanding anything. How is it possible to wake up one morning not remembering anything? I looked at him confused then told him, “Okay, thank you, you can leave it here.” “Have a nice day.” “You too!” Then he was about to leave, but he stopped and turned his face saying, “Oh by the way Ms. Rosie, your husband also dropped this last night when he was leaving.” “What?!!!” I shouted. Then I carried the keychain and said, “Last night when he left! My husband? Are you okay? I’m not even married.” He looked at my dress confused and said, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean it, but he was carrying you last night, as you were unconscious, and while I was taking the bags up to this room he told me that he’s your husband.” I was about to cry, I sighed then slowly asked him, “Last night… By saying he was with me… Carrying me… When he left… What did he leave exactly? I mean was he in my hotel room?” “Yes. You both came at nearly midnight and he stayed for three hours and left at nearly 3:00 am or so.” I raised my eyebrows and paused with no words. Then the guy asked me, “Ms. Rosie, are you okay?” I looked at him, “Did he tell you if he would come or anything?” “No.” “Okay, thank you.” “Of course. If you need any help, please let me know.” I moved my head (Yes.) Then closed the hotel room door and kept staring at the keychain.

I sat down on the couch and was about to cry. My brain memories were like a bunch of messed up scribbles on an empty paper. Then I saw a diamond ring in my left hand. I pulled it and looked inside it, my name was written with another name called Peter. I threw the ring on the carpet and started breathing quickly. Can anyone please tell me what is happening? Then my phone rang, I ran immediately pulling it up, (Love) was calling. I looked at the phone’s screen disgusted, I don’t have a ‘love’ what?! I answered, “Good morning.” He said. “Who the hell are you?” I shouted. “I’m peter.” I paused, then ran immediately to the diamond ring that I threw on the carpet. It’s his name. “Peter, who?” I said slowly, hoping not to get the answer that I was expecting. “Your husband.” I closed my eyes. He said the answer that I was expecting. “Are you okay, Rosie?” He asked. I didn’t answer anything. “Okay, can you open your hotel room’s door?” He continued. I went slowly to the door. I opened it, and saw a muscular, rich and elegant man, and seemed decent, putting his phone on his right ear. He was Peter! I guess.

“Why are you still with our last night’s wedding dress on?” “Our… last night’s… wedding dress?! Did I just marry you last night?” “Yes, you did.” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, then looked at him and said slowly, “What did you do to me last night?” He paused with no words. “Why aren’t you answering, what did you do to me? And why did you leave my hotel room at 3:00 am? Did you do anything with me? I found myself on the hotel room's floor. What have you done?” “Rosie, calm down. Yesterday all of a sudden you fainted, that’s all.” “How?” “You just lost your consciousness.” “You gave me something! You absolutely did something to me! I don’t even know you, how would I accept marrying you? I don’t remember anything from last night.” I started moving around holding my head hoping to remember, then I looked at him and said, “I will call the police.” He looked at me, “Rosie, no, seriously, you are not okay.” Then he stepped inside the hotel room and closed the door behind, while taking the phone from my hands and throwing it away.

“What were you doing in my hotel room last night?” I shouted. “I didn’t do anything, I put you on the bed and stayed for a while to make sure that you were asleep then left.” “Are you kidding me, I woke up on the floor!” “Rosie, I didn’t touch you, if that’s the answer you’re looking for.” I calmed down a little bit. Then I said, “Where is my family? I need to go to them.” “Rosie, your family is not here!” I looked at him and was about to cry, “Where are they? Don’t tell me they are dead!” “What? No, of course not. They are just in another state.” “They’re in another state? And they didn’t come to my wedding last night! You made me marry you without them knowing?!” I jumped over him and pulled his hair. “Rosie, they know, I swear they do.” I stepped away, and stopped pulling his hair. “How did they not come last night, then?” He started stuttering, “I… don’t know… maybe… because they… don’t like me.” “Well they are right. I don’t like you either. And you know what?” I pushed him towards the room door, then pulled his hand and put the diamond ring in his hand, “Even though I don’t know you, I’m breaking up with you. I will divorce you.” Then I opened the door, kicked him out and slapped the door in front of his face. I pulled out my phone, tried to call my sister, but the phone was not calling! I tried many times, but it was useless! I threw the phone away.

The night came, I was looking through the window at Chicago, feeling so lonely, the wedding dress was still over me. I walked slowly towards the mirror and looked at myself then started crying, and a moment came to my mind. “Stop it.” Peter said. “What next are you going to do? Huh? Kill me?” “Rosie, calm down, I said” Then he said to the waiter, “Can I have one?” Then he took the water and gave it to me to drink, “Just calm down okay, please.” I pulled the water from his hands and drank all of it. I looked at myself in the mirror saying, “He put something for me to drink in the water.” I said to myself. Then I pulled back my phone, and called him. My hotel room door knocked. I opened it and paused. Peter has been waiting outside all the time! “Were you waiting here all this time?” “I couldn’t leave you. Can you wear the ring now?”

I slapped him on his face, “You put me something in the water to drink!” He got mad, and held my both arms from the side and lifted me up a little bit to the back so he could get into the hotel room and close the door. I looked at his face for a while then remembered. He was the captain I met when I was in the plane that was taking me to Chicago, as I had a conference. Yes! He lost his consciousness in the middle of the trip and was poisoned with something. Then I said, “You were poisoned and fainted in the middle of the trip Peter. Now I remember you.” He smiled and said, “And you saved my life.” I calmed down, then slowly said, “What did you put in the water last night?” “As you started remembering, then we have reached the right time for me to tell you what you only have to know.” I stared at him. He locked the hotel room door.

He sat on the couch looking at Chicago’s view. I stood up next to him, waiting for him to talk. “Ms. Rosie, you have heard things that you were not supposed to hear and we had to delete them from your memory, so no matter how you tried to remember them, you won’t be able to.” “And why am I married to you?” “Well, you were not supposed to forget this, but it seems that it affected other memories to be deleted other than what was supposed to be deleted.” I looked at him. He pulled something out of his pocket and showed me, he was an FBI agent. “Now you understand why there are some things that you are not supposed to remember?” I stepped back. “Okay, can you tell me why I am married to you?” “For your family to stay safe.”

“So, you are telling me now that if I refused…” “Your family will be in danger.” He continued. “What do you want from me?” “Rosie, you are a young and a smart lady, and I want you with me. A successful doctor who saved my life. And still, there are a lot of things that you’ve done that impressed me. I searched your name and everything related to you. Your background is impressive. Adding to this, the side effects of the medication we gave you to clean your memory are not clear to us. In other words you’re the first person to try our medications on!” “What?” “I have to be honest, so you must stay with me.” I looked at him in a mad way, but at the same time I had nothing to say. I stayed quiet for a while taking my breath.

Then I walked closer to him and asked, “I want you to be honest with me, and give me a clear answer to this question. If you didn’t touch me, then why was I lying on the bedroom’s floor last night?” “As I told you the medication I gave you has side effects, that’s why I had to stay till 3:00 am  in your room, to make sure. And I made sure they lock the room on you so you won’t leave. And probably you have tried to call someone, but the phone didn’t work.” I looked at him. He continued, “I couldn’t sacrifice that.” After a couple seconds, I said, “So, I’m a prisoner here.” “If you want to call it this way, then I have nothing to do.” I started moving around the room, then I ran to him and hit him on his chest, “Let me get out of here. I want to go to my family.” “I’m sorry lady, but the moment you decide to step out, heading to them, they will be dead. It’s better for you, them and us this way” I looked at him with my teary eyes. Then he raised up the diamond ring, in the meaning of, either wear this ring and join him, or leave it and let my family be killed.