She remembers... (1/2)

Wendy

“Wendy”

“Wendy wake up.”

I was stirred from my sleep when I heard a voice called out my name. Initially, I thought it was Irene as I mumbled her name.

“Irene?”

“No, I’m not Irene, but you need to wake up. Now!”

I opened my eyes and was greeted by a pastel pink long haired girl wearing a crop top and a hot pants. Wow. Was she lost? Who dressed like this in a hospital? I could not recognize her face but she seemed oddly familiar. I frowned and quickly got up and sat on my bed.

“Uh yeah, how can I help you, Miss? And who are you, how did you get in my room?”

She sighed and muttered something incomprehensible. “Ugh! This is why I hate showing up ‘cause I don’t know how to explain this to you.”

“Huh? Explain what?” I said, confused and she clicked her tongue at me, annoyed. She opened her mouth to say something but almost immediately closed it back, as if held back by her hesitation. After a few moments, she apparently decided to say whatever it was on her mind but I quickly cut her, since I got more awake and realized I should be wary of strangers who randomly popped in my room wearing hot pants in the early AM.

“Liste-”

“W-wait! Do I know you? Do we know each other?” I hastily said. I was a little scared with the thought that I might have lost some parts of my memory during the accident and it would be embarrassing if I flipped out but the stranger and I turned out to know each other.

She wet her lips as if contemplating whether to tell me or not. After a few seconds of staring at me, she stomped her feet and dragged the chair to sit next to me.

“Listen, I know you, but you don’t know me.” I frowned at her words again and considered calling the security on her when she continued talking. “Look, you don’t know me right now but you can feel me. I am the little voice inside your heart. The source of your strong intuition.”

There was a pause as we both looked at each other before I let out a boisterous laugh. What the hell was this girl saying. Oh, I know! This must be another one of Joy’s prank again.

“Alright, cut it out, cut it out.” I said while gasping for air. “That was a good one.”

Right now, she was resting her back on the chair with her arms crossed, looking very unimpressed. The girl then ruffled her own hair in frustration, her slim fingers running through pastel pink locks as she huffed out a long sigh.

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