I've stayed here for one week now.
One week of unease. One week not knowing who I am or what I'm doing here.
The 'igbati' girl decided to call me Precious. I wonder why.
She seems to understand when I told her I couldn't remember my name. Or who I am.
I wonder what's going to happen after my time is up. What will I do? Where will I go? Who do I know?
I've been in this room for days. I don't know what's happening out there.
Maybe I should step out today.
I shower quickly, suddenly excited about my going out. I dress up and rush down the stairs, taking two at a time. When I'm almost at the last step I bump into someone.
"oh sorry" I mumble.
"it's okay" the lady smiles. I notice she dropped something, I bend to help her pick it up. We both bend at the same time so I hit her head with mine.
"ouch!" she exclaims
"I'm so sorry!" I cry.
She waves my apology away. Then as she takes her parcel from my hands she asks my name. Precious pops into my mouth and I tell her.
She says she's staying at room 456.
I remember my room number is 321, so I tell her.
She says her name is Princess, that she's traveling to the north in a week's time. She asks me if I would like to be her friend. I nod. This is the first friend I've had
since... Oh well, since whenever.
I'm in her room, it's rather interesting. Not bland like mine. She gives me a bottle of water to drink. I sip graciously. I'm suddenly tired.
She wants to shower. So she takes off her clothes. I look at her. Her body. She isn't shy. I wonder if she remembers I'm here with her, in the same room. She has a lovely shape, so I admire her curves. Then I get shy and tell her I would like to go to my room. She obliges. Saying she'll be in my room to check on me rather later. I nod and retreat.
4 hours later; I know it's 4 hours because I checked the time before lying down, I wake up to a knock. It's Princess. I thought I was dreaming about meeting her! I let her in then return the gesture of giving her what to drink.
She sips and I notice her lips. They are pretty. I like looking at her but I don't know why. She notices and smiles. Her lips widen into a beatific smile. She has a
beautiful set of teeth. I warm up to her. I think she's a lovely Person.
The sound of the telephone jarr me from my thoughts. I pick it up, and the voice on the other end is a guy.
"hello" he says
"hi" I reply.
"Nkechi, it's me Abuchi" he says.
I'm Confused, does he have the right number? I don't know any 'Nkechi'
So I tell him that.
He tells me he is sorry. That Tony was the one that said they had to drug me. He says if not for the feelings he has for me, he won't be telling me this. He says he will come and see me later. That he'll take me
to a doctor and my memory will return.
He says all sort of things I can't understand. But I believe him. Somehow deep down in my heart I do. I mean, what other explanation is there?
I tell Princess all the strange guy said. She shrugges.
She thinks it's a prank. I laugh. She's funny. I like her.
She tells very interesting stories too.
We gist into the night. It's past 10pm. I would have gone to bed since 8pm if not for Princess. She tells me she had a nice time. I'm glad, because I did too.
She says good night. That I should visit her whenever
I wake tomorrow. Then she kisses me. On my lips.
I'm Shaken. Her lips are so soft. I don't want to but I pull away. She looks at me in the eye. I see desire and a certain something. She whispers 'Goodnight' and
walks out.
I think about the kiss. Until I fall asleep.
I dream about her. I dunno what I'm feeling but I can't wait to see her in the morning.
Finally, it's 8:43am. I rush a bath, wear a pair of jeans and an elastic top, brush my hair to the back back and spring to her door. I'm impatient to see Princess but it must not show.
I get to her door and knock. No response. I push and I discover the door wasn't locked. It's slightly ajar. I hear the shower running and I smile. I walk in and step into a puddle of water. Wondering why so I turn around to face the bathroom door and I see Princess lying on the floor with blood gushing out of her sliced throat...... (To be cont'd)
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