Forgetting, Part One

"So you're saying that if I go through with this, I won't remember anything?"

"That is the basic principle of the procedure, ma'am."

Lucy stared down at her hands and picked at her nails. The white and gold polish chipped as she scratched it. Flecks of paint scattered over her hospital gown like man-made snow. Her eyes struggled to focus against the fluorescent lights above her. Even trying to look at the nurse's kind eyes was like trying to face God and His Judgement.

She shivered at the thought.

"Would you like a blanket, ma'am?"

Lucy shook her head. It was unnerving, having your every move watched by someone else. She knew there were cameras in this room, knew that the people here, as nice as they seemed, didn't trust her. The leather straps around her waist and ankles were proof enough. This was all an act to keep Lucy happy. She was a panther, fed to keep her attention off of everything else.

Those distractions didn't work on her, not anymore.

"I can feel you staring." Lucy steeled herself and looked up at the nurse. "Am I scaring you?"

"No, ma'am." She said gently. "I apologize for making you uncomfortable."

"Don’t apologize." Lucy chuckled. "You're just doing your job. The straps might be a bit much, but other than that, I can't complain. I understand that it's for your safety."

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Maybe not. But shouldn’t you be afraid?"

"No. Like you said, ma’am, I’m just doing my job. I see your type every day."

"Then why are you staring?"

The nurse pondered that for a moment. "I want to know why you did it."

Lucy met her gaze. There was no fear in the nurse’s green eyes, only hunger.

"Interesting," Lucy smirked. “How much do you want to hear?”

“Everything.”