I opened my eyes and felt pain shoot through my arms. I winced at the pain and looked around at my surroundings.
I was in a large bed, possibly a full-size bed, and looked around the room more. It was extremely clean and well kept. The walls were decorated with different missing person posters.
I noticed a sleeping man on a desk just a few feet away from me.
I weakly spoke up, "Hello?"
They shifted a bit but didn't wake up.
His hair poked out of their bright yellow hoodie was a dirty blond. I felt as if, I should know who this was sleeping in front of me.
I went to sit up and put pressure on my hands but felt pain surge through my wrists. I sat up quickly and look at my wrists. Both my wrists were wrapped in bandages.
'What happened?' I tilted my head trying to understand what was happening.
The sleeping man woke up and quickly put on a mask with a black painted smile on it.
He audibly yawned and got up looking at me, "Ah...Look who finally decided to wake up."
I was confused by this man, "I'm sorry, but...who are you?"
The man seemed shocked and upset, "Excuse me?"
"Do we...know each other?" I questioned.
The man didn't respond, he seemed stunned.
"What's your name?" He asked me aggressively.
"I'm..." I froze, 'What was my name? Why can't I remember it?'
"I-I'm...I-I-I...I-I don't know." I started to tear up, frustrated with my not knowing what my own name was.
"Shit, this isn't good." The man muttered, leaving the room and I tried to think about anything possible. The only thing that came to my mind was a warm embrace, that was mostly insignificant.
The only name that came to my head was Zara. 'Who's Zara?'
