Thud nosleep

Thud

The sound was dull, but loud enough to get a rise from me. The smooth tile my face was pressed against must have been my resting place for some time because I felt my skin molded into the space between the ceramic plates. My vision was a slightly dazed as I opened my eyes and stared across the pale floor, my limbs felt like a lead based gelatin. As my sight became focused, I glanced around my surroundings, still trying to regain the strength to move. A refrigerator stood maybe a foot away, as well as a few cabinets and cupboards. Next to that, what looked like an oven and what I could only imagine is another counter top. As I surveyed the space in front of me, something on the tile near me caught my attention. A patch of something discolored the white floor near me.

(What is that? Something light Brown, almost red. Where did it come from? Wait, there's a bigger stain next to it. Some sort of trail?)

I stared at the rust colored patch until my vision cleared.

(Blood)

I felt a uneasy, as my eyes traced the discolored path back towards myself. Reality took over, and my brain went in panic.

(I'm laying in someone's blood)

My strength returned with the first pump of adrenaline into my veins. I sprang to my feet quick, meeting a great jolt of pain across my right temple that brought me back down to my knees. I reached out, catching myself on the top of the cabinets and leaning against it. My head pounded, my mind racing with the survival instinct.

(Blood. Blood on the tile. Head hurts. Where am....)

Drip

As small droplet of blood made it's way to the white tile to my right.

(Where did...)

I looked up, ignoring the pain in my skull. The white light from the bulb in the ceiling obscured my focus at first but when my sight cleared I saw....

(Nothing)

No signs of anything from above that even resembled the reddish liquid. My head pounded as my stomach turned. I scanned the room, looking for something to ease my mind. The place I was in was definitely a kitchen of sorts and a high end one at that. The fridge was jet black with a built in ice and water dispenser. The oven must have been a top model electric, the upper back lit up with an assortment of buttons and an LED clock. The counters shone bright as the light beamed onto their white marble tops. I was clearly in the home of someone from an upper class living. It was at that moment I noticed it. Another discolored stain, but this one was on edge of the counter. It took me a second to piece it together. I lifted my hand to the side of my head feeling a sharp pain and the warm sticky mess of fluids. I pulled my hand back to find it stained a dark red.

(Blood)

Within that moment I sighed slight relief.

(It's my blood)

I had never been so relieved to see my own blood. My eased breathing was cut short. As a new question flooded into my mind.

(What on Earth happened?)

The discolored marble was dry, leaving the blood the color of light rust. I looked down at the tile, observing the color of the pool. I reached out and ran my fingertip across the pool to find only the center where my head was laying was still damp. The rest was more or less dried.

(How long was I laying here?)

So much I still didn't know, but I needed to investigate more. I needed to get up. I pulled myself up using the counter, standing upright in the space between. I took one more look around and confirmed it was indeed a kitchen complete with two different exit ways, but nothing else came to mind.

(Why am I here?)

My head ached.

(Remember)

My thoughts clouded.

(Remember why I'm here)

I strained to recall but, to my discontent, only managed to make my head hurt more. I needed to think. I needed to retrace my steps.

(I need some air)

I turned towards the exit behind me and made haste towards the door. Next thing I knew I was hanging against the marble counter. In the instant I stepped forward I seemed to have lost my footing and in reflex grabbed the counter. I regained my footing and tilted my head down. A puddle of yellow tinted liquid was on the tile near the exit. I squatted down and touched the pool. It was more viscous than water, very slippery. Some sort of base? I brought my hand to my nose and inhaled deeply.

(Cooking oil?)

The familiar scent of the oil filled my nostrils and the gears in my head started turning.

(I must have entered into this room from the exit behind me and slipped.)

A knocked over bottle of canola oil on the counter nearby became apparent to me, along with a trail of of the fluid down the side to the floor.

(I must have hit my head on the counter)

The wound on my head throbbed.

(I'm lucky to be breathing, head injuries like that can be serious)

My anxiety subsided slightly, and I felt relieved as I had figured out a fraction of my lost memory. Something still didn't sit right though.

(Why was I here? Where is here? Is this my home? Everything here was eerily familiar yet still somewhat cloudy.)

Regardless I needed to get something to patch up my head, and maybe find a mirror to check the damage. I began to walk through the exit when a sound broke the silence.

Thud

To Be Continued.....

Submitted June 14, 2015 at 12:19PM by HispanicAtThe_Disco http://ift.tt/1JNnoJK nosleep