Desires

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"Desires" by Success Nwazue.

                  🌺Chapter 1🌺

I sat quietly in the hallway, I was so sad and all alone. I was tired and all dizzy. I wondered how I got there, at first I was home with my family and then suddenly "bam" am in an unknown hallway. I sat there as I watched the disgusting rats run here and there, I was too tired to scare them off and hell no I was afraid of rats. I couldn't feel my feet or anything I think I should be feeling at this time, but nothing at all.

"What have they done to me?" I asked myself or anyone who might be seeing me now. But I know better than to expect an answer. I was all alone in this shitty hallway.

"What really happened to me? How did I get here in the first place?"

Am so confused right now that I could here my brain twist in frustration.

Sudden footsteps draw my attention off my aching mind and is replaced with fear.

"Who's there?" I asked. Having a little bit of hope and being afraid at the same time.

The hall is pitch black and I know it will be evening already, but it seems much darker in here.

When the footsteps became creepier I knew it wasn't help and my brains discomfort was replaced.

A man walked towards me, I couldn't access his full details, but I could see what he looked like. He was tall, had curly black hair, he wore a well fitted suit that was red. He didn't look scary but I was, more than I had in my whole life.

He brought out a black face towel from his side pocket, I think. Unfolding it like something was in them and I just knew what! Hard drugs that's what. He immediately turned me over covering my nose with the substance as I tried to loose free from his grip, but he was too strong, way too strong for my tiring state, still fighting I think I passed out.

* * * * * * * *

"What's your name?" The man I think was doing the interrogation asked me.

"Angela Adams" I answered not sure where all this was heading.

"How did you get into that hallway?"

He asks flipping through what I think was a pen down book.

Have I done anything that made me get here or was it just a misunderstanding that I couldn't even point out, really.

"I....I ....I ..... don't know" I stammer before collecting myself and starting all over again

"First I was at home with my family, it was meant to be Valentine's day, so my mom went shopping I think. She took my little brother with her and my dad travelled to New York for a business contract so I was alone at home."

I finish and watch as the interrogation officer search my face for what I think was for more information or details to what he wants to hear.

"That's all I can remember." I call out when he kept waiting.

"This either means you were taking there without your wish or you were used as bait" he tells me and I search his face for more than just what his saying now. It made no sense.

" You're how old miss?" The man asked, penning something down.

"Nineteen" I simply say not knowing if it is a question or a certain answer.

"You must be kidding right?" The other interrogation officer asked. Face worried.

I sadly nod a no.

"Well?" The man starts, dropping his pen on the table as he looked up at me.

"We've checked you and you're totally clean. I don't still know what made you or who took you there and for what reason"

"The hall belongs to the Dalton's and he was the one who gave the order for the interrogation"

He tells me.

"Okay, you can tell him am no thief of expensive materials from a hall" I think am really loosing it here!

" I can go home now, can I ?" My worried expression is back in full state.

"Sure miss, you can." He assures me.

"Do you have any relative we could call cause you were picked up with nothing?"

"Yes, my mom's" I answer, relief washing over me.

I watch as his thick palms dig into one of the drawers as he retrieves a small jotter with a black pen.

He nods, giving me the permission to call out the numbers which he asked for.

"Yes of course, it is 1103....." I stop half way and I fight the realization of what I think it is.

I couldn't forget my mom's phone number. The truth in everything is that I can't remember anything that happened except from what happened in that creepy hallway....and some other things I can't really grab hold to. Not now atleast, sadly.

"Yes miss?" He urges me to continue, drawing me from myself disappointment.

How did this happen?

I can't put anything together, not now and my head badly hurts.

"I can't remember nothing" The word falls from my lips and tears follow on the lead.

"All I can remember is waking up in that dirty hallway."

I quietly sob, the tears already covering my vision.

I want to get out of here so bad, but how will I when I can't even remember anything.

Can I even remember what my mother's face looked like?

The thought of it made my stomach turn and my sobs has become so loud. I couldn't help myself.

I'm my ticket to leaving this place and yet I couldn't even try to put things together so I can leave here. My sobs kept increasing and I was consoled by one of the security's who gently rubbed my back in a plea to stop crying.

" Okay ma'am, we understand what you are feeling now, it happens a little bit too often here. Especially when the wrong victims are the ones in question."

"Is okay, you will go home soon" He assures me, but the word leaving his lips like he had just made me a promise.

And again I nod, sniffing and rubbing my nose with the back of my palm.

"Okay fine, if you can't remember your mom's info and phone number, can you remember your address? Asin where you currently lived in?" He quietly asks giving me a small smile.

His encouraging me to try harder than I am but honestly he should give up because my brain seems to not be remembering pictures and all those stuff that seem to be what remembering would be. The word live sounds so unreal and seems like I was never living anywhere but that hallway and my heart stings from my mind failure.

Fuckk.

" Em.....the truth is am with nothing"

I squeak, going back to my sobbing and covering my face with my hands to give my eyes privacy to let out all the pain it has in there without feeling embarrassed.

" Phone number?" The man asks me, disappointment is now clear in his green eyes

"Nah" I simply say looking above his head and into the concrete wall behind him.

There's no use, am empty. Am as hell as lucky that I even remembered the somewhat necessary things about my self.

" Address?" The man asks again searching my face and I could see hope in his, but it's pointless. I have nothing. I'm tuck in a maintenance care till I can remember.

" I got nothing, don't you understand!" I yell. Not to him but myself.

How can all my memory just wash off to be remembered as a dream?

Am crying now, uncontrollable tears has taken all over my senses and what I keep hearing from my inner thought is "just keep crying more!!"..... And I do just that.

" Who brought me here and where am I? I quietly ask the interrogation officer still sobbing.

" Your in England" the inspector says giving a nod to one of the inspectors, who gesticulated  for an approval to something.

What.

"What!?" I pull into the root of my hair, sinking back onto the chair.

I might not be able to make out some few details over remembering a few things but what I do remember is that I was in the USA and not some shitty London.

"Yeah, but no need to panick. You were brought by the Dalton's grandson, Dalton Jimmy black and we have just told him you had nothing to do with the stealing of expensive jewelries and materials from his hall. That you were dumped in the hallway instead" he sighs when he finish, and I whine, going back to my endless sobbing.

How did my life take this turn so fast and so messed up? Am messed up.

" This is so messed up" I finally say covering my face as I rest on the table in front of me.

I hear the man's phone buzz right in front of me on the table and he lifts it to his ear to speak to the receiver

" Hello? Who's this?"

After what seemed like few seconds I hear the inspector agreeing

"Okay sir" The inspector says as the call drops.

Is this a human trade organization? Disguised as an interrogating office?

Am I going to be operated on for the purpose of harvesting my inner parts???

"Who was that?" I asked. Anything going on here is my business as far as I haven't gotten any reasonable explanation why am here, my curiosity keeps taking over.

"That was Mr Dalton Jimmy black" The officer says.

"Andddd" I press

" He wants to have you stay with him since is his fault your here and is hard for you to remember anything" he tells me face drown in pity.

I don't say anything but look away, tears still falling down my face.

Should I believe him, really?

"if you get uncomfortable, you will be brought back here for you to be with the maintenance care until you remember something and I know you would." He quietly assures me and I bend over tearing up again.

"Welcome to London" the officer says trying to lighten up my mood...it wasn't working.

When he saw I gave no response, he says his farewell and I was escorted out of the interrogation room, leading me out of the station.

I was led to enter a black tinted car and was driven out of the station.

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