I felt something crawling up my hands. It was irritating to tell the least, and I swatted at it. I opened my eyes angrily once I felt that I could not go back to sleep and looked for the culprit. I screamed like a little girl when I saw that it was a rat.
I crawled backwards and after a moment of staring at me with its beady eyes, the little monster scrambled away. I sighed in relief and then paused. Wait, what was that foul smell? I sniffed myself and found that I didn’t smell that bad, well, maybe a little, but nothing like the offensive smell that was assaulting my olfactory senses at the moment.
Wait, where was I again?
It was dark and squinting my eyes; I looked around. I was shocked when I saw that I was in an alley near a dumpster.
What was I doing here? How did I end up sleeping here of all the places? Was I really sleeping or did something happen to me?
Questions began forming in my mind and I couldn’t find any answers.
I checked myself frantically and found that I didn’t even have a scratch on my body.
I sighed and decided to leave those issues for later since I had more pressing problems. First, I desperately needed to use the restroom. Second, I was exhausted and just wanted to go home and sleep.
I started to walk and then paused. Home? Where was that? I tried remembering and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out where my home was.
As the feeling of dread solidified, I asked myself the most important questions. ‘Who am I? What is my name?’ My mind seemed to draw a blank and the harder I tried to remember, I felt the beginning of a splitting headache.
I felt like bawling my eyes out as realization dawned on me. I had amnesia.
It was strange that I could remember all these facts but not my identity or whereabouts.
I hoped that the memory loss was a temporary side effect of a head injury or drinking, but I knew it wasn’t because I knew that I was neither drunk nor had a head injury that would warrant a concussion.
I looked behind me and found that the alley was near the back entrance of a building. As I walked near it, I avoided suspicious pools of liquid and covered my nose.
I went around the building and reached the front. It appeared as if it was a nightclub. No wonder it was so smelly back there. I cringed when I thought of how long I had been lying near all that vomit and piss.
Seeing that the door was ajar, I hesitantly opened it. Maybe I was a regular customer and the bartender would recognize me.
As I walked in, I didn’t see anyone and stopped walking. Suddenly, I heard a voice and squeaked in alarm. I was really feeling like the stupid blonde who walked inside the haunted building in the night. Then I picked up a few strands of my hair, just to be sure. Well, I had black hair, not a blonde then.
I turned to see a lady behind the counter observing me with raised brows. I followed her sight and looked down at myself. Red T-shirt with the writing ‘I am a Goddess!’ was splattered with questionable things and my jeans were full of dirt. I paused when I saw the writing on the T-shirt. Something sparked in my mind, but I could not grasp it.
The lady broke me from my musings when she spoke.
"The bar is closed!" she called out.
I looked at her helplessly. There was no sign of recognition on her face.
I shook my head and sighed. What shall I do now?
She relaxed her stance, seeing my lost puppy attitude.
"Well, you look like you could use some help. Would you like to freshen up a little? I am a bartender and I am used to drunken strangers loading their problems on me. So I would be all ears if you want to talk to someone. First, go to the restroom and freshen up a little," she said kindly.
I nodded my head with a little too much enthusiasm.
She showed me the way, and I went to the restroom. After doing my business, I came out and went to wash my hands and face. I looked down at my stained T-shirt and dirty jeans. There wasn’t much I could do to salvage it and left it at that.
After that, I looked up at the mirror and examined my face. Well, the face peering back at me appeared just like a stranger’s to me.
I looked at my eyes. They were a strange golden color and looked as if they were filled with secrets of lifetimes, well; they held the secrets of this lifetime at least. I had a straight nose and pouty red lips. Framing my face was a thick curly halo of black hair which was currently a tangled mess but would have been glossy if it was taken care of.
Even with no makeup and the tired look, I was pretty, if I say so myself. I looked at my reflection once more, hmm, really pretty. There was really something with my face other than the beauty, but I couldn’t pinpoint it.
I touched the mirror. "Who are you?" I asked aloud to myself.
Of course I didn’t get any answers, not that I expected any...
I sighed and went back to the lady who was wiping the counters. She smiled when she saw me.
"Much better. Now tell me, why did you look like something that the cat dragged in? I am not calling you ugly or anything. In fact, you are really gorgeous..." she said.
She had a mesmerized look on her face and I felt awkward. I cleared my throat, and she shook her head as if to wake herself from a trance.
I sighed and decided to just tell the truth.
After hearing that, I woke up in the alley with no memories of my past; she had a thoughtful look on her face.
Finally, she sighed.
"Looks like you came here at the right time. We are short of staff at the moment and the boss is desperate enough to hire staff without even checking their background. You look like a good girl and I am sure, if I vouch for you, I could talk him into hiring you, maybe with lower wages than usual," she offered me.
I smiled hearing the first good news after waking up. A job which didn’t pay much was better than starving on the streets, and I couldn’t find any better jobs without a resume.
I hugged her in my excitement and then remembered the state I was in. Nervously, I stammered out an apology and backed away with hands raised in surrender.
She laughed seeing my actions, and I relaxed. She then extended her hands towards me.
"Hello dear, I am Sara Thomas," she introduced herself.
The proper etiquette would have been to introduce myself back while shaking her hands, but since I didn’t know my name, I just shook her hand silently.
"We really need to find a name for you, even if you don’t need other details to join, you would at least require a name," she said with a thoughtful expression.
I looked around me to find something to inspire me, but nothing stood out to me. Many names popped into my mind, but nothing felt right.
I looked down in frustration and saw a magazine down. The title caught my attention, 'Rhea Adams spotted with Xander Evans! Is it the start of a forever?'
The girl was a blue-eyed blonde and looked nothing like me. But I really liked the name.
“Rhea...,” I said to myself, testing out the name. I smiled.
"Hello Sara, I am Rhea," I introduced myself with my brand new name.
She nodded at me.
"It suits you. Now, come with me. There is a spare room in the back where you can stay until you find an Apartment. There are a few spare dresses kept in the closet by the other waitresses and I am sure they wouldn’t mind if you take one in your size. We could buy some dresses for you tomorrow. And yeah, you can find a set of uniform there too to start your shift tomorrow. Now let’s feed that growling monster you call your stomach before it wakes up the entire city," she said.
I smiled as I walked with her. Just an hour ago, I woke up with no memories. Now, I had a job, a roof over my head for now, and someone who seemed to care for me. This new life didn’t seem too bad.
Maybe I would remember everything and could go back to my life soon. But until then, I am Rhea.
Rhea’s POVThe day after I woke up without any memories, I started working as a waitress in the club. I was willing to accept lower wages since I didn’t provide any credentials, but the owner was very sympathetic of my situation and offered to put me in the same pay grade as others as long as I was good in the job. The other waitresses were very friendly, and they volunteered to train me.For the first few days, I was hopeful that my memory would come back any moment. But soon, I realized that it was not going to happen. Frankly, I didn’t care because this life was good. Strangely, I had a fear that it wouldn’t be entirely good for me if I remembered my past life. This fresh start may be just what I really needed. Sometimes, forgetting was a boon, and I felt that this new life was a boon to me.The days went
After my shift ended, I checked on Joanna. She seemed a little shaken up, but otherwise fine. Then, she left with Claire, another waitress who lived in the same block as her. After they left, I bid farewell to Sara, who stayed later than everyone else as usual. Besides being the bartender, she handled the closing too, so she was the last to leave after closing the bar.I took the can of pepper spray in my hands from my bag and started walking towards my home. As I walked, I thought of what happened earlier in the club. I didn’t know if it was just the lights playing tricks on my eyes or if I really saw the black mist flying from my hands into Eric’s mouth. But then again, no one else seemed to see it, and nobody seemed to think of Eric’s condition as anything else other than the aftereffects of his drinking. So, maybe it was just that and I didn’t have to worry about any sudden supernatural powers.. I laughed to myself. I was being ridiculous. If I could just wish and get things done,
The next day, I woke up with the feeling that something huge was about to happen. Sometimes, I got such vague feelings and often they became true. Since I already thought myself to be weird enough without adding such freaky feelings, I had learned to ignore them. So, I brushed off my feelings and got about the day as I normally do. When it was time to leave to the club, I brought Morris to Mrs. Blake’s house. She welcomed him with a warm smile and started cooing at him in a baby voice while he settled into her arms with a proud demeanor, welcoming her attention. Well, he had turned into a pampered prince by now. Mrs. Blake took well into her cat sitter duty than I expected. I left them both to their business with a smile and left her house. On reaching the club, I was greeted with the sight of my coworkers buzzing around like bees. It appeared as if we hav
Rhea's POVHis sapphire blue eyes were glowing with passion as he beckoned me over. I walked over to him like a marionette puppet whose strings were being pulled. Without even pausing to think, I walked over to him. His crooked smile was doing things to my insides. It felt as if someone was doing acrobatics in my stomach. It was not just some butterflies fluttering over there for sure.My breathing grew heavy as I reached him, and I couldn’t take my eyes off his lips. From the moment I met him, I wanted to taste those lips and see if they were as soft as they looked. Now that I was this close to him, I couldn’t help but lean towards him slowly while I drowned in those gorgeous blue eyes.Our lips were about to meet when I woke up with a start as I felt someone scratching my belly. I opened my eyes to see Morris standing on the bed and pawing at me to get my attention.Once he was sure that I was awake, he jumped from the bed and wa
Rhea's POVI stared in fascination at the gorgeous chick in front of me. She had her long auburn hair in a braid and her strange but pretty silver eyes were narrowed in my direction.What fascinated me the most was not her looks, but the fact that she was wearing a knee-length black and silver tunic and a black leather armour vest. She carried a bow and arrows too. Everything looked real and if they were props, they were damn good ones.Overall, she looked as if she has appeared straight from the cover of a fantasy book. And she popped up in the middle of my living room?I liked to read fantasy books, and maybe recently I read books with characters like these. I racked my brain to find if I had ready any with gorgeous huntress heroines but couldn’t remember any.I blinked again and pinched myself. I had a helluva fine imagination, but it was time to wake up from this crazy dream. I yelped when I felt the pain from the pinch. Okay,
Rhea's POV The next day, I woke up feeling tired. I couldn’t sleep till late into the night because of the excitement I felt. When I finally slept, I kept dreaming about Gods and powers. As I thought of the events of the last night, I chose the path of denial. I decided that I should just blame my overactive imagination. Accepting myself as crazy was better than the alternative that was believing that mythical beings that should have stayed in just books and films existed in real life. I could live as a crazy human, but I didn’t want to be a Goddess. I mean, I was the least Goddess like woman among all the ladies I had known in the last two years. I admit, I was pretty enough to be one though. I laughed at my own joke and rolled my eyes. This was what would happen when you are alone with just your own company for too long. You would talk to yourself and laugh at your own jokes. Not to forget, you would start imagining Goddess friends popping up in you
Rhea’s POV I stood still as I pondered the options I had. I could either run screaming for my life as any sane person in my situation would do, or I could try the martial arts I learned to fight them. As it had already been established that I was not a sane person, I chose to try and fight them. But before that, I gave one last chance to my theory of denial. Slowly, I pinched myself to see if I was really awake. I flinched when I felt the pain. I guess I shouldn’t have pinched that hard. I rubbed my hand as I stared at the shadow creatures. As a last resort, I closed my eyes and stood for a moment before opening my eyes. I blinked when I saw that the creatures were still there and they were closer than before. Well, it was worth a try. I sighed as I realised that there was no way out of the mess other than trying to fight. I wouldn’t go down without a fight. If these things thought that they had an easy prey, they are going to realise the hard way that they had it wrong. I dropped
Rhea’s POV I reached my apartment, but I couldn't remember walking home. My body must have been on autopilot mode while my thoughts wandered over. I had a bath in hot water and felt my tense muscles relax. My body was aching and even after the bath, I felt as if I came from a war zone. Well, I kind of did. After I settled on the couch with Morris, and got a moment to breathe freely, the events of the night registered in my mind. Until then, it was as if I was having an out of the body experience and I was watching it all happening to someone else. Now, in the safety of my home, with my trusted companion, it was settling in that I really had fought demonic creatures, and a wolf, of all things, came to my rescue. Not to forget the demonic creature I had a date with! And most importantly, I used powers? In the heat of the moment, while fighting for my life, it felt like a good thing when I suddenly manifested the ability to throw black mist and fling dem