Things Begin to Unravel

A Life Based on Lies Series

The sun burned at my eyelids. I slowly opened my eyes and covered them with my hand, and slowly sat up. I was in an enormous bed covered with white sheets. The sheets reminded me of hotel sheets, only these were softer. A huge window was to my left, and the blinds had been opened. I looked around the room, and it was a large room with a tall ceiling. The walls were painted burgundy with gold trimmings. I lifted the sheets off me and noticed my clothes had been changed. I was wearing pink pajama pants and a pink top. I threw my legs over the side and stood up. I held onto the dresser next to the bed to brace myself as I felt lightheaded.

There were a pair of white slippers by the bed, and I slipped them on. I began to walk towards the closed door, and as I walked past a mirror, and I realized I was also wearing a matching pink bonnet. Whoever had dressed me didn’t know my style at all I hated the color pink. I reached the door, and when I opened it, the smell of coffee and bacon hit my nose, and I followed that smell down a winding staircase.

When I entered the kitchen, a woman stood at the large black and white stove with her dark hair up in a bun. She turned around when I entered.

“Hello Crystal, reenter the hall and take your first left. You’ll see the dining room, and there’s food there. He’s waiting for you,” She sweetly said.

“Who is waiting for me?”

“You’ll see dear. I will come to check on you all.”

I followed her instructions and entered a room with a long mahogany table covered with eggs, toast, bacon, sausage, and coffee pitchers. At the head of the table sat the white-haired guy in the back of the FBI car. Also, at the table was the red-haired woman who had cuffed me and the tall guy with the silver eyes that held the gun to my face.

I wanted to run, but I wasn’t sure which way to go or where the front door existed. I just stood there frozen and stared at them.

“Ah, Crystal, you’ve awakened,” The older guy said.

“My name isn’t Crystal. Where am I?”

“Come sit and join us for breakfast. There is much for us to discuss,” He motioned for me to take the sit closet to him. I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t hungry, so I walked to the table and sat down.

“Coffee?” He asked.

“Yea, sure,” I said. He picked up the coffee pot and a cup and poured. He gestured for me to put food on my plate. I didn’t know where to start, so I put eggs and bacon on my plate and began eating.

“Let’s first start with introductions. My name is Connelly, and those two are my partners, Phobe and Jackson. You know yourself as Jessica Dunn, but your real name is Crystal Jacobson.”

“I think you may have the wrong person. I have one of those faces that I remind people of someone.”

“You’re definitely Crystal Jacobson. You just don’t remember because your memory was wiped.”

“What? That’s not a real thing.”

“It is when the government does it,” Phobe spoke.

“One thing at a time, Phobe. No jumping over details. I’m sorry about her Crystal, she can be a bit eager at times. Crystal, you went missing when you were 15 years old without a trace. You were born in Buffalo, New York.”

“That’s impossible I was born in San Diego and have never been to New York.”

“Rhonda! please bring the book,” He called out to someone. After a few minutes, the woman that I saw at the stove walked into the room holding a big black book. She seemed shorter. She sat the book down in front of me. When I opened it, the front page said, “The life of Crystal Jacobson.” I looked up at Connelly, and he nodded for me to continue.

When I turned the page, my mouth dropped open. On the first page was a woman and a man, and the woman was holding a baby. Not just any baby, but she was holding me.

This series was created from a prompt by an amazing prompt maker Christine Graves

If you’re just starting the series, you can check on the first part here:

Continue to the next part called The Truth of Me

Thank you for reading! If you haven’t joined Medium yet and want to read unlimited stories and support the writers, you can join here. I do get a commission when you join. Thank you for being a reader. I am grateful for your support!