Benjamin rolled her off, over his knees, onto the ground. She lay there, face down, showing off those bruising choke marks on the back of her neck. It surprised him, as she was a pretty gal, if a little deader than he preferred.
I gotta get rid of her. There's a window to my left, or I could roll her in the carpet to my right, and carry her out. Do I want a permanent hiding, or do I much care? I don't know. Ben couldn't remember anything from the past. Nothing at all. His head swiveled awkwardly back and forth. Jumping between carpet and window, carpet, window. Forget it.
He kicked the girl in the head, as if to say screw you, bitch, and ran to the door. The doorknob wasn't much for budging, which would be a key sign of a locked door. And wonder as he might, no matter how many times he tried twisting the damn thing, it just wouldn't turn. Almost as if it truly were locked.
Bewildered, he decided he would escape alone out the window. One glance down changed that, as he was roughly five stories up.
Alright. I'm in a room. There's a ton of books. Library? Maybe. Oh, dead girl. His thoughts reset. Did I kill her? Nah, I would never. He chuckled and ran to the door. Again, the doorknob wouldn't twist, but he yanked on it a couple of times for good measure.
I need to get out of here. I can kick this door in. I can do it. He stood in front of the door, gave a good kick, and to his surprise, the door gave way. The lock busted and splintered out of the wood, and he was able to sneak out.
This is definitely a library. So, if there's a balcony, I must be relatively high up. Ground floor sounds nice. There was an elevator next to him, which he promptly hopped inside. He was accompanied by two very attractive girls. Probably younger than was legal, but he was game.
They giggled, then asked a question he felt was too personal, "How big is it?" The two snickered annoyingly, causing Ben to actually second-guess his earlier thoughts on getting with them.
Reset.
Ben faced the elevator door, waiting patiently for it to open. He glanced at the girls. I'd definitely get with them. They had stopped laughing, feeling ignored and insulted. An elevator? How'd I get here? Wait for the doors. Wait for it...
The elevator doors eased open. Library, right. Why am I in the library? He looked around the numerous rows of books, trying to find something that stuck out. I feel like I'm forgetting something.
"Excuse me, are you Benjamin King?" A sudden surprise from behind Ben caught him a tad off guard. He was focusing a little too hard on searching for a book, so any noise would really have threw him off.
"Um." He had forgotten his name altogether. "Yep, yep, that's me." He made an exaggerated point to himself with his thumb, bringing it quickly to his chest. It looked very suspicious and odd.
"We have a book here for you." This man apparently worked for the store. Ben remained cautious of the man, however, in case he were dangerous. He followed him to the counter, where the man brought up a book from beneath. "Harry Potter."
Why do I want a Harry Potter book? "I don't want that."
"You reserved it, sir." The worker had now grown confused. His head cocked slightly to the left, like a dog.
"Yeah, I don't want it. Nah, no thanks. Just keep it. Or whatever. Hey, where's the exit?" Ben spoke quickly, almost too quickly for the clerk to comprehend. The man gave a point to Ben's left, which Ben followed with his eyes, and spotted the exit. Reset.
Ben's head swung back to his front. "Hello there." He was happier. Alright, I'm in a library. What's with this goof in front of me?
"Hey, there?" The worker was now a little worried he'd receive a chastising from Ben.
Just walk away. He's a tool. Where's the exit? Ben turned in all directions, then spotted a big red EXIT sign. There we go.
Suddenly, Ben felt his right pocket vibrate. Huh? He lifted out an old Razor phone, which was buzzing like a swarm of bees. The screen read, "Danny."
"Hello?" Ben flipped the phone open, putting it to his ear.
"Ben, whatever the hell you're doing right now, stop. Where are you?" Danny apparently knew Ben. Knew him pretty well by the sound of it.
"Who is this?" Ben responded. He was always asking himself questions, answering them himself as well. Is this the police? No, why would they want me? I don't know. Shit! Just tell him where you're at, that's the right idea, right? "I'm a book store."
"The one downtown?" Danny asked. He seemed to be mulling over something in his mind, so Ben didn't respond. "Nevermind, you don't know. I'm going to assume it's the one downtown. Do you have a pen?" I don't know, do I?
A pen, a pen. I do! Ben pulled out a nicely pointed gel pen from his left pants pocket. "Okay, do I need to write something?"
"Yes. Write this on your left hand, 'Stay out front of the book store.'" Ben scribbled it down in large letters.
"Are you picking me up?" Ben was confused.
"Yeah, someone has to, don't they? At least until your problems switch." He really seemed to know Ben.
"Do I know you?"
"You sure as shit do. I'm your friend, Danny. Nevermind all that, you'll remember in a day." With that he hung up, leaving Ben to the white noise that followed. Is the call still going on? This noise is killing my ears. Screw it. Ben closed his phone as well. Reset.
Okay, I'm outside. Alright, look around. Um, there's a lot of people. Where exactly am I? Ben turned around to stare at the book store. Something on my hand? 'Stay out front of the bookstore?' That's my hand-writing. Alright.
