Unpleasant. 

Unpleasant.

I started to open my mouth to ask further popping questions like:

How did I know him, or why don't I remember him anymore?

If I had known him as he said I had, then when?

Why can't I remember any of them? Any memories of that part?

But before I could speak my mind, those thoughts were disturbing me, and he beat me to it as he continued, "You have two options with you: either you come with me willingly or I have to force you to choose my way." His voice, so soft, so polite, so warm, made me stop for some time to discern the threat. “Regardless of what you choose, you're coming with me.”

I sat frozen, considering his sentence.

No!

"So? Would you like to come, or would you like me to make you?"

Mild silence hung in the air of the coach. The lady beside me regarded the both of us with her guarded eyes. I blinked at him, turning to his side, confounded.

Anger, frustration, annoyance, and the feeling of being left out and lonely at this time returned with full forc