Me, Mike, and Amnesia, chapter 1
I was having the most wonderful dream. I was in a meadow of beautiful flowers, wearing a frilly dress, and the sun was out, and all was lovely, when out of nowhere there was a hair-splitting, bloodcurdling scream.
My eyelids shot open. To my disappointment, I was in my room, in the apartment I was staying in, the one where my best friends, Mike, Billie Joe, and Tre lived. Everything was silent and dark, and I began to think I had been woken up for nothing, when "AAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!" I heard the scream again.
I shot out of bed, bolted out of my room as fast as I could, and ran down the hall, toward Mike and Billie Joe's room.
"VIOLET!!!" It was Billie Joe's voice.
I arrived at the doorway in a matter of seconds, out of breath.
"What?! What is it? What's happening? Who screamed?" I demanded. Sleep hadn't been coming easily to me lately, and whoever had interrupted was going to pay.
It was then that I saw Mike. His head was whipping wildly around, and his eyes were wide open. His mouth was opening and closing wordlessly. He looked terrified.
"Mike? What are you doing?" I asked. "What's your problem?"
"I....I....Who....What....Where....." He stammered.
Then Tre finally arrived from where he slept on the couch in the living room, running, almost crashing into me in the process. "What in the hell is going on?"
"It's Mike...he..." I said, not quite knowing how to explain.
Tre looked at Mike too. "What the fuck's wrong with you? You better have a damn good explanation for interrupting my beauty sleep..."
"Shut up, Tre," Billie Joe cut him off. He turned to Mike. "Mike, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream or something? What's the problem? It's okay, we'll help you."
"I...I don't know what happened....Who are you?...Who's Mike?" Mike managed to say through his confusion.
Billie Joe, Tre, and I looked at each other, completely baffled. What was going on?
"What the hell are you talking about?" Tre asked, completely unsympathetic.
"I...I...Dont. Know. Who. I. Am." Mike said slowly, as if trying to understand the words himself.
There was more silence, as no one really knew what to say to that. Then a smile crept across Billie Joe's face.
"You asshole! You really had us fooled! Jesus Christ, that was a good one!" He said, pushing Mike where he sat and laughing. Tre and I began to laugh, too, realizing this had all been a big joke.
"Mike!" I shouted, still laughing, but a little pissed off too. "You woke us up for this?!"
The laughter subsided as we saw Mike's face. His expression was completely blank, and hurt. Then something awful happened. Mike started to cry. Tears streamed down his face, and he put his head in his hands and shook with sobs.
"I don't know what's happening." He mumbled through his hands. "I don't know who you are, I don't know who I am...I....I..." He couldn't even talk, he was crying so hard. "Oh God...." He said desperately, looking up at the ceiling through his tears.
It was then that Tre, Billie Joe, and I realized the seriousness of the situation. In all the years I had known Mike, I had never seen him cry. He really didn't know where he was, who he was, or who we were. Now the only people that could help him were us.
My eyelids shot open. To my disappointment, I was in my room, in the apartment I was staying in, the one where my best friends, Mike, Billie Joe, and Tre lived. Everything was silent and dark, and I began to think I had been woken up for nothing, when "AAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!" I heard the scream again.
I shot out of bed, bolted out of my room as fast as I could, and ran down the hall, toward Mike and Billie Joe's room.
"VIOLET!!!" It was Billie Joe's voice.
I arrived at the doorway in a matter of seconds, out of breath.
"What?! What is it? What's happening? Who screamed?" I demanded. Sleep hadn't been coming easily to me lately, and whoever had interrupted was going to pay.
It was then that I saw Mike. His head was whipping wildly around, and his eyes were wide open. His mouth was opening and closing wordlessly. He looked terrified.
"Mike? What are you doing?" I asked. "What's your problem?"
"I....I....Who....What....Where....." He stammered.
Then Tre finally arrived from where he slept on the couch in the living room, running, almost crashing into me in the process. "What in the hell is going on?"
"It's Mike...he..." I said, not quite knowing how to explain.
Tre looked at Mike too. "What the fuck's wrong with you? You better have a damn good explanation for interrupting my beauty sleep..."
"Shut up, Tre," Billie Joe cut him off. He turned to Mike. "Mike, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream or something? What's the problem? It's okay, we'll help you."
"I...I don't know what happened....Who are you?...Who's Mike?" Mike managed to say through his confusion.
Billie Joe, Tre, and I looked at each other, completely baffled. What was going on?
"What the hell are you talking about?" Tre asked, completely unsympathetic.
"I...I...Dont. Know. Who. I. Am." Mike said slowly, as if trying to understand the words himself.
There was more silence, as no one really knew what to say to that. Then a smile crept across Billie Joe's face.
"You asshole! You really had us fooled! Jesus Christ, that was a good one!" He said, pushing Mike where he sat and laughing. Tre and I began to laugh, too, realizing this had all been a big joke.
"Mike!" I shouted, still laughing, but a little pissed off too. "You woke us up for this?!"
The laughter subsided as we saw Mike's face. His expression was completely blank, and hurt. Then something awful happened. Mike started to cry. Tears streamed down his face, and he put his head in his hands and shook with sobs.
"I don't know what's happening." He mumbled through his hands. "I don't know who you are, I don't know who I am...I....I..." He couldn't even talk, he was crying so hard. "Oh God...." He said desperately, looking up at the ceiling through his tears.
It was then that Tre, Billie Joe, and I realized the seriousness of the situation. In all the years I had known Mike, I had never seen him cry. He really didn't know where he was, who he was, or who we were. Now the only people that could help him were us.
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