My name is Amir. I'm 24 years old.
I'm by myself. I sat up in the cold room and looked down at the needle in my arm. Is this a hospital? I carefully stood up and stepped outside my room, seeing that the halls were empty and quiet. Most lights were off or flickering. "Um...hello? Is there a nurse that can help me?" I wobbled down the hall and managed to find a bathroom.
I checked the mirror, finding my hair was now a pale shade of blue and quite a bit longer than before. I've been here for a while then.
I was born with heterochromia, so my eyes are each a different color. For some reason though, they look different. Dull.
Its cold.
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Another Lost Soul
FantasyThis story isn't about trauma or some horrific near death experience that changed my beliefs. This is about how I lost my memory and was left to rot in a world of liars and love.
