CHAPTER 2:

I woke up on the same marble floor where I found myself the first time and left myself the last time. Everything was the same. The walls. The floor. The window. The girl?

The girl…

A girl…

What the...

Wh—who---wher—whe---..

"Hey hey..where did you come from…"

I jumped at her with my full strength but I stopped as if someone pushed the pause switch.

She was naked. Stark naked. The white theme made her nakedness flash like a bulb in a dark room.

I stepped back a little. I wanted to say so much but I couldn't. I was mute. I tried to push the words out of my mouth but they didn't come out. Then a question came to my mind,

Why is she naked?

I wasn't nak-

Fuc—

My clothes were gone. Vanish. The remarkable thing was that it took a naked girl to make me realise that I was stripped of my clothes as well, along with my memory. Boys don't have much to show or hide with our bodies. At least that's what I knew. But I still thought that it would be better not to lose my self-respect along with everything. I walked back to my corner while covering my private portions. There isn't much you can do to protect yourself from the embarrassment of being naked in front of a stranger (even if it's a girl) when you are locked in a white room with light as clear as the sun itself.

An idea flashed my mind when I thought about the bright light.

The sun, it could be the sun. The light outside the window.

I played with numerous possibilities about the light being the sun until I realised that in all the time I have been here the light had never changed. It was the same as ever. Brightness, direction, colour. Everything was the same. So it could not be the sun, at least.

I buried my head in the pit made out of my arms and legs. I closed my eyes and imagined things. Random things.

Rooms, bedrooms, red bedrooms, girls, nice girls, naked girls, the girl in front of me.

I looked up at her. She was still. Maybe she was scared. Who knows what goes on inside a women's head?

I was a little bit glad, now that there was someone in there with me. I was a little bit gladder that it was a woman. You see female humans are more sympathetic. They try to understand the situation and come up with a strategy.

Like taking advantage of solitude with a man.

My head was exploding with the wildest ideas ever since I had seen her. Her being naked was sure a huge reason but more importantly, I was here longer than she had been. I was done with panic, anger, excitement, regret, madness. I was beyond all that. At this point, the room was the new normal for me. I had no memory too so that made the process a little faster.

I looked up and observed her.

Her legs are open. They are nice.

Idiot. Pervert. Scumbag.

This is not the time for this. I don't even know what time is it. But does it even matter? In this place does time matter.

Will I be able to keep track of it?

(Weeping sound)

I heard her crying. She was in the sadness stage.

The most important question flashed my mind just after that.

Does she remember how she got here? And is her memory still there?

I covered my private part with my hands and looked at her. It was a little bit difficult to focus as my sight kept sliding on to her thighs which were completely disclosed.

Guess she thought they were not very important. Huh.

"do you remember how you got here?"

Nothing. No reply.

Girls don't change, do they?

She is not replying even now.

"look I ..I know you are sad and scared…but we need to get out of here"

Still nothing.

"do you remember anything?"- I said a little slowly.

"no.."- a reply

Her voice was broken, 'cause of all the crying maybe. But I heard her answer loud and clear. I was shocked again.

Even she is without her memory.

What the hell….is going on here?

Just what...

"excuse me…"-the girl

"could you turn around?"

"what..why?"—me

"I have been sitting like this for a long time and my back is aching…"-the girl.

"why do I need to turn around for that?"—me

"I have been like this ever since I have been here, and all that time you were napping there, so could you please turn around"—the girl.

…..

I was angry, 'cause of the shit like situation already but I knew how she might be feeling. I turned my back at her.

"thanks"—the girl.

"hmm"

"do you remember how you got here?"—girl.

"no...I don't even remember who I was"—me

"Neither do I"—girl.

"how long have been here?"—me.

"a couple of hours maybe"—girl.

"and how long was I sleeping in all that time?"—me.

"an hour."—girl

"Why didn't you wake me up?"—me

"Well…..I thought that maybe you had brought me here and when I found nothing in the room to fight you or tie you up, I decided to wait for you to wake up.

I decided to wait for you to show me how you get out of here. And then I would have attacked you"—girl.

Holy shit���this girl is way smarter than I thought her to be.

"This is weird"—girl

"It sure as hell is .."—me

"no,…not that"—girl

"what do you mean?"—me

"I remember nothing about who I was and what was my life….but I remember the world where I lived very vividly."—girl.

She was right.

I didn't remember who I was. What was my life like?

But I remember the world very clearly. I remember reading, writing, science, poetry.

I remembered something else too.

Her voice. It's her.

The bookstore lady.