Catch Me If You Can

My head hurl like a Bitch. I rolled over, but instead of rolling over peacefully, I fell off the edge of what was either a bed or a couch.

"Fuck my life!" I yelled. My eyes were still squeezed shut.

I heard footsteps a little ways away, but soon got closer. They weren't Blake; I knew that as a fact. They weren't soft like; they weren't gentile yet protective. It wasn't Conner; They weren't rough nor loud. They were more.. feminine. I just realized, since when did I become an expert on footsteps?

The door to the room creaked open and I saw petite, slippers. They walked over to me.

"Miss?" I high voice rang. I looked up to see a woman looking down at me. She had long, silk-like hair. Her skin was perfect, not one blemish, mark or scar. Her dimples showed when she smiled. She giggled a little bit but held the rest back. She offered her hand.

I took it and stood up. She was my height. "Hi," She greeted me kindly, "I'm Catrina," We shook hands.

"I'm Amber."

"Pretty name." She kept smiling.

I felt really awkward. I was in a place I didn't know where, with a woman (Who know who else might be here) whom I didn't not know. I just stood my ground and kept quiet.

"I know you don't know where you are, and I just seem like a random woman who has popped into your life,"

'And you're telling me.' I thought to myself.

"But I'll explain it to you soon enough. But first, would you like some hot chocolate or something?"

I thought about it. I mean, what could go wrong? "Yea. sure."

"OK," She turned and started leaving the room. I followed her like a puppy. She turned around to face me; Catrina put a hand up. "Don't follow me. I'll be back in a minute."

Then she left me standing there like an idiot.

This was cool. Me being in a stranger's house, who-knows-where with who-knows-who. I looked around the room that I have failed to recognized. It was my old room. My old room that was in my old house. How did I get here? Why was I here? My heart started to pound against my rib cage.

The wooden door opened and Catrina came through the door.

"Who are you?" I asked. My words came out sounding harsh, but I didn't tend for them to sound that way. Did I?

"Catrina." She answered, placing a steaming cup on a little table by the bed.

"No. I meant who are you? How..." My hands reached up to hold my head, I started to panic. "This is my old house. The one my mother died in. You must already know who I am, you must already know my story. There is no way that I ended up back here on accident." My words seemed to slur together, or it could have just been me.

Catrina just kinda stood there.

"Well??" I raised my voice.

"I know of you, yes."

"How?" I demanded an answer.

"Conner."

My heart stopped.

"Conner told me."