Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

Special Agent Herrera. This was a very handsome man whose eyes she could just stare into for the longest time and probably feel so warm and fuzzy. But he kept talking and he spoke with such a harsh and mean tone, that she was starting to think she most definitely would not melt in his arms and feel so warm and fuzzy. He was talking to her like she was in trouble and she didnt even have the faintest idea. Bad news? She was on the FBIs top ten wanted list? How was that even possible. What was the top ten wanted list?! She was thinking it was nothing good because of the way he was talking to her, the way he had her handcuffed to him and the fact that he made it clear he wouldnt care if she died or not. Her eyes watered and she looked away, gingerly wiping her eyes with her free hand. She was supported by him as they made the trek across the lot and into a dingy and gross motel room. Once inside, the light was thankfully not strong enough to irritate her and she felt like she was moving on autopilot and was no longer really aware that she was crying. Although she was a rather quiet crier. Sitting back on the covered toilet, she looked at him and sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her arm, ignoring the clatter it made from the handcuff and the fact she was kind of chained to the towel rack right now. Yeah, because she was totally going to run away right now. She just found out that she was a bad person, was on some really bad top ten wanted list and this man who she thought was incredibly handsome was mean and evil and didnt care if she died! Based on how he talked to intimately about some man who killed a bunch of nurses. Now, he was a bad guy! He cleaned her up, cleaned the blood off of her forehead and her nose and even washed her hair. It made her feel a sort of emptiness inside, like it was some reminder of how alone she was that someone was doing this for her. She didnt understand it but she felt incredibly sad. That and well she just found out she was in trouble for a lot of things she didnt even have any recollection of doing. Looking up at him when he finished washing her hair, the information sank in finally and fully. Her dizziness seemed to come back in full swing and even though he cleaned up the blood, bandaged her in the right places and even washed her hairman he had really wonderful fingers that felt good against her scalpshe still felt like she could throw up. If anything, she made it worse because she kept swallowing it down. Turning away from the tub, she lifted up the lid of the toilet and she just deposited whatever was in her stomach that she had refused to come up earlier. She gripped the edge of the toilet bowl and kept pushing her wet hair back so it didnt get soiled. Her eyes watered again and it only made her head pound more which made her keep producing dry heaves because lets face it, there hadnt been much in her stomach to begin with. Coughing deeply, her body shook and a small whimper came from her. She sniffled when it all finally stopped and she sat up, lowering the lid and flushing the toilet immediately. She the rest her head lightly on top of it, a rush of exhaustion running through her from all of that. That and the dry heaves just really hurt. Can you yell at me tomorrow for being this supposed bad person? She whined. I want to go to sleep and wake up from this horrendous nightmare. This cant be real. She murmured the last part to herself. It couldnt be real that she had no idea what he was talking about, that she didnt know who she was or her own name or even the fact that she could ever forget his face. She would remember it. Shed remember any face. She had a good memory. Right?