Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

A small and incoherent mumble came from her and she forced herself to lift her head from the toilet cover. Her head felt like it weight a ton and when she opened her eyes, the room started to spin a little bit. She wanted to just put her head back down and closed her eyes, sleep for a little while but he wouldnt let her do that. He even told her that she had been in a car accident. I think I would have remembered if I was in a car accident. She murmured, snorting a little bit. Taking the pills and the water, she downed them both, the water doing a lot to quench her thirst and make her feel a little bit more alive but she still wanted to sleep. She thought for a moment, as he led her to the bed, he would let her sleep but he kept making her sit upright when she wanted to either fall to her side or slide down on her back. Resting her head back against the headboard, her eyes closed and she felt like she could just fall asleep right here, just like this. Considering how she felt, how dizzy she was and the fact she had absolutely no energy, it was very plausible. But then he started talking and there this was gut feeling inside of her that made it very difficult so she didnt sleep through what he was saying. Her eyes opened and she tilted her head. Her eyes werent open fully but at least half slits so that they werent closed and she could make him out enough to see his lips moving. Words came out, talking about his partner and soon she found herself sort of drawn to his voice. So soft and he was a wonderful storyteller. It started out happily. His partner, Sueco was this big white man who was like a big old teddy bear. He had a small and petite wife named Margie and the image of them she concocted in her head was adorable. They seemed like an adorable fit, even if she was so short and he was so tall. It made her smile lightly, tiredly. Then the story got funny. Talking about how they replaced her picture with a porn stars and how Sueco got even. Yeah, that would be a good one. Unfortunately, it took a turn for the worse and Sueco was killed and her heart went out for him. She swallowed hard, fully awake now and she looked at this Special Agent Herrera and sat up slowly. I-Im so sorry about your partner. Nothing clicked. If anything, he just looked all the more familiar but his story didnt trigger anything. She wasnt sure if it was supposed to or not and that made her worry and also feel really guilty. Well, guiltier than she technically was since he was trying to arrest her for a lot of things she had no recollection of. W-What does that have to do with me? She felt like a bitch for asking because he must have told her that story for a reason. It had to be linked to her but how? Papa? She looked at him like he was seriously losing his mind but the word seemed to reverberate through her head, echoing or something. She just kept staring, as if at him but she was staring right past him. She was seeing something but the images were blurry and the voices and sounds garbled and distorted. All she heard was some form of screaming and crying. Closing her eyes, she pressed her hands against her head and groaned softly. It wasnt the sound. Her head hurt from the strain. I dont know. I dont know! She felt like she loosing it. Not just because she had no idea what he was talking but because she didnt remember anything. Her entire life was just blank. She had no memories, she had no idea who he was even though his face looked so familiar, she had no idea why he was arresting her and she certainly had no idea who Papa was. I dont know anything. I cant remember anything. Everything is black. Her voice broke and her body started shaking. I dont even know my own name! And she was trying so hard to figure it out. She was trying so hard to remember but it was only hurting her head.