Amnesia (An original story)
After hitting her head, a young woman must discover who she is while trying to establish a normal life in Manhattan.
I awoke groggily, a sour taste in my mouth and matted hair stuck to the nape of my neck. My eyes slowly opened to see a blurry vision before me.
"Ah. You're awake." The persons' eyes flooded with relief. Where was I? Who was I? Suddenly, my shoulders tensed up as they rested a hand on one.
"W- who are you?" I whispered shyly, eyes curious but still guarded.
He stifled a laugh. "My name is Rhett." His chesnut brown eyes seemed to glitter as he said that. "I- um found you laying by the stream. Your head was-" I cut him off. "Thank you. No need to go into detail." I thanked him again briefly and paused. Wait. I don't even know this guy.
"Not to sound awkward, but I don't quite know who I am." I quietly said, eyes gazing at the cheap polyester blanket keeping my body warmth. He sighed, and sat down in a bluish chair in the corner of the room.
"The doctors said this may happen." He rested his arms on his lap. I was a bit frightened, and picked up my arm. A tube was stuck in my arm, leading to a sack of liquid on a pole. I almost yelped. "What is this in my arm?" Tears brimmed in my eyes. I'm so scared. He brushed a hand through his dark dark brown hair that was almost black and offered me a warm smile. "It's okay. Don't touch it though." He whispered gently, slouching in the chair. He looked really tired. I tensed up again as it began to itch and below it on my wrist was a bracelet made of plastic. "What is in this tube thing? And why?" I demanded an answer, no longer laying down, but sitting up catiously.
He sighed again, but inwardly. "Antibiotics or something. Painkillers." Rhett said. My eyes went wide like a deer caught in the headlights. "They're drugging me!" I shouted, tearing it out of my arm only to feel a shot of pain rush up inside me. My mouth opened in shock, allowing a screech to escape it.
Rhett instantly stands. "Nurse!" He yelled, racing out of the room. Rhett returned with a short Latino woman. She had auburn hair in a bun and a few dark freckles. She was fairly young, but the worried look on her face made her look older. "Sweetie. No. You can't do that." She almost hissed. A second later, two male nurses in blue outfits rushed in. I was practically shaking "Rhett! No! Get me out! Where am-" I was cut off as the two men held me down and allowed the woman to inject me with something. "I." The finish of my sentence was a slur, but completely audible. The last thing I felt was Rhett rest his hand on mine. And I drifted into a somewhat peaceful slumber; everything dark and relaxed. But all I could think was, who am I? Where am I?
"Ah. You're awake." The persons' eyes flooded with relief. Where was I? Who was I? Suddenly, my shoulders tensed up as they rested a hand on one.
"W- who are you?" I whispered shyly, eyes curious but still guarded.
He stifled a laugh. "My name is Rhett." His chesnut brown eyes seemed to glitter as he said that. "I- um found you laying by the stream. Your head was-" I cut him off. "Thank you. No need to go into detail." I thanked him again briefly and paused. Wait. I don't even know this guy.
"Not to sound awkward, but I don't quite know who I am." I quietly said, eyes gazing at the cheap polyester blanket keeping my body warmth. He sighed, and sat down in a bluish chair in the corner of the room.
"The doctors said this may happen." He rested his arms on his lap. I was a bit frightened, and picked up my arm. A tube was stuck in my arm, leading to a sack of liquid on a pole. I almost yelped. "What is this in my arm?" Tears brimmed in my eyes. I'm so scared. He brushed a hand through his dark dark brown hair that was almost black and offered me a warm smile. "It's okay. Don't touch it though." He whispered gently, slouching in the chair. He looked really tired. I tensed up again as it began to itch and below it on my wrist was a bracelet made of plastic. "What is in this tube thing? And why?" I demanded an answer, no longer laying down, but sitting up catiously.
He sighed again, but inwardly. "Antibiotics or something. Painkillers." Rhett said. My eyes went wide like a deer caught in the headlights. "They're drugging me!" I shouted, tearing it out of my arm only to feel a shot of pain rush up inside me. My mouth opened in shock, allowing a screech to escape it.
Rhett instantly stands. "Nurse!" He yelled, racing out of the room. Rhett returned with a short Latino woman. She had auburn hair in a bun and a few dark freckles. She was fairly young, but the worried look on her face made her look older. "Sweetie. No. You can't do that." She almost hissed. A second later, two male nurses in blue outfits rushed in. I was practically shaking "Rhett! No! Get me out! Where am-" I was cut off as the two men held me down and allowed the woman to inject me with something. "I." The finish of my sentence was a slur, but completely audible. The last thing I felt was Rhett rest his hand on mine. And I drifted into a somewhat peaceful slumber; everything dark and relaxed. But all I could think was, who am I? Where am I?
3 Comments
Really good start :) Awesome for an original story. Only thing I've gotta say is that sometimes it switches between past and present tense, so I'd just stick with one or else it might become too confusing. But overall really good.
Thank you so much for the positive feedback! And yes it does get very confusing. I was considering but figured it would be better to keep the past a mystery or portray it in dreams. Anyway, thanks again!
Oh yeah sorry I was thinking of something else when I wrote that last comment. I have to fix that. Thank you for the positive feedback though!