The Host - My Version of Chapter 59: Remembered Onwards...What happens when Wanderer can't remember anything when she wakes up from switching hosts from Melanie's body to Petals Open to the Moon's body.

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Chapter 1: Forgettable

"Wanderer? Can you hear me? Open up your eyes honey. We're all waiting for you."

I knew the voices weren't talking to me. My name was Petals Open to the Moon or Pet to my family. But even though I wasn't the one being asked to open my eyes, I still felt the need to.

"Use the awake, it'll help her come to," someone suggested.

I felt something lightly pass over my face and my mind was abruptly clear.

I lifted my eyelids, slowly, uncertainly so that I could only partly see. To my left I heard someone catch their breath and as an immediate action my eyes shot open.

My eyes immediately came into contact with a blue coloured light. It wasn't every attractive though, too pale and washed out.

It took my eyes a few seconds to readjust to this new light setting.

I felt something touch the left side of my face.

"Wanderer," a hopeful voice said.

I looked to my left to see what was gripping my face. What I saw shocked me. It was a hand. A big, massive, warm hand holding my face so softly yet I could sense there hesitance. They were unsure about making this slightest bit of contact.

I could feel my face getting hot with embarrassment. I'm sure whoever was holding my face could feel the increase in temperature on my cheeks.

Embarrassed I titled my head to the right so that the hand lost its grip on my face.

I turned my head to the left to see the person so desperate to make contact with me. I started by staring at there hand, which was attached to their arm which I used to guide my way up the middle section of the body until I reached there neck. I carried on up until I looked them straight in the face.

It was my turn to take an intake of breath. It wasn't his facial features that took my breath away. It was his eyes. They were the colour of Sapphire, snow and midnight. They were absolutely stunning but they looked hurt. There was a look of pain in them. There was also something missing. It didn't take me long to figure it out. There was no silver thread on the outline of his pupil.

He was still human. Human. Impossible I thought. It can't be true, but what other explanation was there.

The expression on his face turned from pained to concerned.

"Wanderer? Are you okay? It's me Ian. What's wrong?"

Ian. A human name, of course.

"Wanda, honey talk to me please," Ian pleaded.

His pleading was what made me speak. I couldn't not correspond. It seemed urgent that I did. But what do I say.

"I'm not Wanderer," was all I could think of.

Ian looked confused "What are you talking about Wanda of course you are you're Wanderer, my Wanderer," his voice broke.

"No," I said firmly "I'm Petals Open to the Moon, hey where am I anyway?" I asked as I looked around.

That was when I first realised that we weren't alone. There were several other faces all staring at me, mouths hanging open, gob smacked.

"You mean you can't remember anything," a new voice said.

"Um, no but I think there is something really important that I'm forgetting" I admitted.