LOST AND FOUND - ALYSSA PERRINE: CHAPTER TWO PREVIEW

The sounds of footsteps walking outside of her room caught Alexandria Gray off guard. Normally, when she woke up, it was to her... her... well, she couldn't exactly remember it. When she lived at home, she used to wake up to the sounds of screaming and shouting from her parents. That wasn't happening today. 

Today had started like any other. Alexandria woke up, she got ready for community college, and she prepared to work at the theatre. What she hadn't expected, however, was how her day had ended. 

Recently, she couldn't exactly remember that. From what she's been told, Alex was caught trying to break into the Star Haven hotels. Amnesia, they said. It wasn't like she remembered much. Alexandria was a 22 year old girl stuck in a position she didn't quite understand. She was hooked up to monitors and dawned in a white patients gown sitting in the hospital bed.

The beeping of the monitors rang clearly, slowly starting to get on Alex's nerves. She could deal with a lot, but her head was in a lot of pain. She didn't know why she was in pain to begin with if she was hooked up to so many bags and IVs. She took a deep breath in and exhaled, stopping to think about how she got here.

The last thing she REALLY remembers was smacking her head upon the tile floors. Her vision was blurry, but she remembered the way the tiles sparkled. They reflected her mirrored face against them as she started to black out. That's why it stuck out in her head. The next thing she knew, she woke up in the infirmary at the hotel.

It was an elegant place, really. Hundreds of thousands of meters of pure perfection, a one way stop for all your needs delegated into one complex; a luxurious neighborhood for the elite. You could stay there at the hotel, but it was nothing compared to living in-house there.

And yet, that was exactly where Alex found herself. She SERIOUSLY didn't understand it. The sounds of somebody playing piano off in the distant rang clearly in her room, cutting clear through the mechanical beeps of the machines. A head injury causing retrograde amnesia, they said.

It made sense. Her head pounded harder than any bender she had been on before. Harder than any hangover. The way it pushed against the back of her head in a throbbing pattern, making it near unbearable. She looked around the room, the four walls around her painted a white color with purple undertones. Pictures of landscapes strewn about the walls, and a window on the furthest wall from her.

When the sun rose, it blinded her. She only knew this because this was her only way of keeping time, because this damned hospital didn't seem to have a clock. Maybe that was part of the design, she thought. She sat there and waiting for her medicine to kick in.

Just as the train of thought started, it was abruptly cut short by the door swinging open, being met with a face she hadn't seen before. Alex noted how his brow seemed to furl as he looked around the room before finally making eye contact with her.

READ THE REST HERE