Remember

He buttoned his shirt and walked out of the room, licking his bloody lower lip in smug triumph. I just sat there, not bothering to cover my exposed body. It was like my emotions just turned off as I sat there with my hair falling limp around me. I wanted to think. I wanted to remember. I wanted to remember but my head hurt so badly and everything went fuzzy when I tried. He came back in, grabbed me roughly by the shoulders, and pressed his lips against mine. I didn't know why but something about his touch made my skin want to melt off. If I could only remember...but I couldn't. I shoved him off and asked him what had happened, why I couldn't remember, why his lip was split, and why I was so sore. I didn't mean to ask so much at once, but I opened my mouth and it all came out in a blur. That's how I always spoke. It was the first thing he had noticed about me. He chuckled and told me that I had gotten drunk. I didn't understand. I had never had a drink in my life. He said I had stumbled into his room and that I had proclaimed my love for him, then we had made love. It didn't make any sense. I didn't love him. I didn't even like him. Why was his lip bloody? I looked down at my naked body. Bruises. I asked him why I looked so beat up. He didn't know. Maybe I had bumped into something in the shape of a....hand... I sat up straight and covered myself with a red blanket. He smiled and asked why I was being so modest all of a sudden. I didn't know why and I told him so. I looked around the room. Mess. A table was turned over and two wine glasses were shattered in a corner. I didn't understand. I didn't understand and I didn't remember. I wanted to remember but my head hurt. I flopped onto my back and let my eyelids droop. So tired, but I had to remem- I went to sleep for a moment and woke up with him kissing me. Why would he kiss me? I looked down. My blanket was gone. He was naked. My head throbbed and I started to cry. I didn't understand. I wanted to understand. I wanted to remember...