Alice looked around once more before she opened the door and immediately locked it behind her. The first smell that hit her was clean. She didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t this fresh scent. Maybe she expected it to be dark and musty like her grandma’s house. But this room was happy with bright yellow curtains. The living room was decorated simple and had a quaint cottage feel to it. Still disoriented she continued through the living room to the kitchen. Mindlessly she went through the cupboards and found each one filled top to bottom with can goods and essentials.
She still didn’t understand why it was so quiet. There were no usual sounds. Besides not knowing who she was, or where she was...this quiet was suffocating her. She made her way to the back of the house and paused with her hand on the curtain. She wanted to see what was out there, but part of her feared who would be looking at her. Curiosity won and she peeled back the curtain revealing a small slit of light enough for just her eye to see. What she saw made her step back a little, startled. She had never seen such devastation before. The mounting pressure of not knowing who she was, where she was, and what was happening around her began to take its toll. She crumpled on the floor of the kitchen pounding the floor in frustration. She couldn’t erase what her eyes had seen. She was alone with her mind that continued to beg her to remember.
She remembered the letter. What was the name on the letter? Alice. Yes, she was sure it was Alice. She reached for the letter still crumpled in her pocket and re-read it. She tried to find her voice. Maybe if I say the name aloud, she thought, maybe I will remember something. “Alice.” It came out as a forced whisper. She tried again, “Alice.” No Memories. Nothing.
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