21st Century
Lifting my head, I try to raise my hand to rub my neck. I groan, remembering that my arms are tied to a chair.
Perfect.
"Good morning! How'd you sleep?" I look up to glare at him as he smiles down at me.
"Just peachy, thank you for caring," I roll my eyes, "but obviously not enough to give me a blanket or you know, a blow up mattress or something." I remarked sarcastically.
"William, by the way. That's my name, if you were wondering," he says, ignoring my remark as he looks away from me.
"So you do have a name? I would have never guessed it'd be 'William', how original." I scoff.
"Yeah, like 'Myra' is such a good name," William says as he starts to walk towards me. I take a deep breath and look away, preparing myself for whatever he's about to do to me.
However, all I hear is a snap and my wrist instantly becomes cold, I look down to see what happened and realize he's cutting me free from the chair.
"What are you doing?" I say as I grab my wrists, rubbing them to warm them slightly as he backs away.
"Stand up," he says, ignoring my question.
"Answer my question first," I say stubbornly, crossing my legs.
"Stand up or I will make you," he threatens, inching towards me menacingly.
"Whatever." Uncrossing my legs, I stand up and try to act unbothered as he instantly drags me out of the door. William points to the stairs and pushes me towards them.
"Go." He said bluntly.
"Stairs? Really? You really know how to torture people," I mock as he scoffs and pushes me harder, causing me to stumble forward. As I start to climb the old metal staircase, I notice how wobbly it is and how it's barely bolted to the wall.
"You're very rude, do you always treat your guests this way?" I say, stomping up the stairs.
"Shut up and keep climbing." I huff in defeat as I continue up the stairs until I make it to the top.
I step towards the door to push it open, but William roughly pushes me aside and I stumble back, reaching my hand out to grab the door frame to steady myself. Unable to reach it in time, I reflexively grab his arm with my other hand, causing him to slam into me.
Almost falling backwards down the stairway, William quickly grabbed the railing and wrapped his arm around my waist to keep us from tumbling down. His face was now inches away, his piercing green eyes staring deeply into mine.
He looked startled and was slightly trembling before he hastily looked away from me. He shook his head as he moved us away from the stairs before letting me go.
"Uh, right. We should get going." He walks through the door leaving me stunned, trying to comprehend what just happened. That moment felt like it had happened before. I recall those cold, but sensitive eyes.
"Are you coming?" William shouts from afar, jaring me out of my thoughts.
"Yeah, coming." I say as I step through the door into the heat. Looking around, I spotted William walking down another set of stairs that is identical to the one inside, I hurried after him. As I approached the car, he quickly opened the passenger side door for me and I got in. He closed the door and ran around to the driver's side and got in.
"You okay? You look a little upset." I said, looking at him as he struggled to start the engine before pulling out of what seems to be an abandoned parking lot.
"What? Oh. Yeah, I'm fine," he said as he glanced at me before turning the radio on, an overplayed pop song started thumping throughout the car. William turned his attention to the road, his hands tense on the wheel.
"Where are we going?" I asked again. Ten minutes go by before I lean over and gently poke his shoulder. He glared at me as if I was the one that had someone locked in an abandoned building tied to a chair for who knows how long. I scoff.
"What do you want?" He snapped as he looked back to the road.
"I've asked you twice now where we are going and you've ignored me both times. So. Where are we going?" I ask with a slight attitude.
"Well, sorry for ignoring you," he said as he turned the music up louder.
"
Jesus fucki-, just please tell me where the hell we are going!" I say, frustrated, falling back into the seat as I huff.
"If you insist," he says, glancing at me with a look of annoyance crossing his face, "we're going to see your 'bestie', Kian. Well, I guess he's Dave to you." I look at him in shock and confusion.
"I don't understand. Why are we going to see Dave or Kian, whoever he is?" William shook his head in disbelief.
"What? Why are you shaking your head?"
"Because it's just mind blowing how absentminded you are. Do you intentionally ignore everything I say or did you just really not understand anything I've said to you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"About what? Dave and how his real name is Kian and that we knew each from a past life, but for some fucking reason I don't remember any of it?" I huff.
"Basically, yeah," he says as I stare out the window, becoming lost in my thoughts, remembering my last therapy session.
"So that's what that drawing was.." I subconsciously whisper out loud.
"What drawing?" William inquired as I glanced at him, debating if I wanted to tell him or not.
"It's um, a drawing that Dave had in his office. I saw it once and he got extremely mad at me for it. But the drawing… I-It was a portrait of him and me. Probably from the past life you keep mentioning." I sigh, looking back out the window as I realize we're outside Dave's, well, Kian's office building.
"Ah, yes. That drawing. That was supposed to be a gift for you. Well, before he died, that is." William chuckled as I whipped my head around, shooting daggers at him.
"How is that even funny?" I asked, repulsed. He ignored me as he parked the car, turning it off and getting out, once again leaving me alone with my thoughts.