Amnesia Was His Name

The Doctor said I had Tomato Loss... Alright.

Amnesia woke up and sighed, sitting up and looking at himself. The last time he had talked with someone was about 5 months ago, and he couldn't remember the person's name. He's been alone ever since, slowly losing his sanity and his memory. He can barely remember who he was himself, if you count what your name is, what you look like and what you sound like. He has been bored for 5 months, and all he really did was either sleep, go on the roof, or looking through the somewhat filled memory book. He got up and grabbed his memory book, and went to the window. He placed the memory book on the roof and climbed up on the roof, to read and see the sky like he does every single day. The only reason why he can remember how much time has passed is because of his tally marks in his memory book and the people talking in his dream. He sat on the top of the roof and opened the memory book.

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Name: Amnesia (I think..?)

Age: Can't Remember

Date of Birth: April 9th (Maybe)

Sanity Status: Okay, Could be better, Bad, Very Bad

What I remember:

A person told me this was just a dream and that I was in some coma thing? The person told me that I'll lose a lot of my memory depending how long I am here for, which I've been here for a long while. Life is very boring and there's nothing to do, which makes me sad, and lonely. My dreams are weird, cause I can't see, feel, taste or smell. All I can do is listen to these random people, and a beep. They keep talking about this one topic too. They always ask, 'When will he wake up,' or 'Is he okay,' and the answers are always the same. They really waste their time asking questions they already know the answers to. There's always this one person crying, saying how it was their fault and that he wouldn't be here if I realized I was in the wrong lane, or some bullshit.

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Amnesia sighed, and looked at the sunrise. Last night's dream was different, they were talking about, 'Pulling the plug.' Amnesia didn't know what they meant, but people started crying after someone said that, so it's probably a bad thing. He just wanted to get out of this hell he was in. It seemed like he was the only one in the world, and all he did was listen to a stupid dream that keeps repeating. He wanted to leave this stupid place, because he doesn't want to be lonely anymore. He wants to talk to someone, have fun, yet he can't do either because there's no one here. For the first month, he had some fun by himself, sneaking into the neighbors house, committing arson, and being stupid. Now he just sits on a roof, waiting to get out of this dream.

He was about to get off the roof when a headache hit him. He had some headaches before this, but this was worse than before. He felt sick, he felt like throwing up and then passing out. The pain was so bad, he wanted it to stop. He was very dizzy and everything around him was spinning, and fading into black. He fumbled backwards and fell off the roof, passing out on the grass. Well, from what he remembered at least.

There was silence for about a second, and then the stupid beating he had heard every single time he was dreaming. To his surprise, he heard nothing but the beep, it was like no one was in the room. Usually when he dreamed, he was only able to hear, but this time he could feel. All he wanted to do was to leave that dream he was in, because it was hell for him. He has tried to force himself up before, but it didn't work.

This time felt different though, so he tried to open his eyes. Somehow his eyes open, it still took a lot of strength but he opened his eyes. He looked around and it seemed like he was in a room, a white room with a couple of machines, he guessed, by the bed he was on. There was a breathing mask on his mouth, which he decided not to bother with, even though it was very uncomfortable. He saw a button, it was a red button with the words, 'Help' on it. He tried to raise his arm to press it but his arm felt weak and stiff. He started to think, How can I press this button? Hmmm, maybe my head? He tilted his head and pressed his head on the button to hear a click noise. Amnesia then rested his head back on the pillow and relaxed.

One person came into the room, and gasped in surprise, "Oh hello! How are you feeling?"

"Uh, fine I guess.." Amnesia said.

They grabbed a chair and pulled it by the bed, "Can you remember anything?"

Amnesia thought of a second, "Well, I can remember my name, I think."

The person took out a clipboard and wrote some things down, "Can you tell me your name, sir?"

"Amnesia..."

The person looked at him, and sighed sadly, "Uhm, well we are going to have to run some tests.. You most likely have memory loss, sir-"

"Just call me by my name." He interrupted.

"Right.. but like I said, we are going to run a few tests to check up on your health and some other things." They said, going right back on topic.

Amnesia sighed, "Okay... Can I ask my questions now?"

They nodded, and smiled. "Right, uh where am I? Who are you, and why am I here?" Amnesia asked, quite confused.

"Well, you're in a hospital due to a car crash, and you went into a coma. I'm a nurse, and I'm here to help you with anything, hints to why you have that help button." She said, in a friendly tone.

Amnesia looked at her, "Right... So if I need something I just press this?"

"Yep!" She responded, and then sighed, "Well, I got to go tell the doctors about you being awake, and start getting ready for those tests. If you need anything, you can just press the button, also you might get some visitors before those tests."

Amnesia nodded, "Thank you, uhh-"

"You can just call me Kristin." The nurse said.

"Oh well, Thank you Kristin." Amnesia responded, before Kristin walked out of his room. Amnesia sighed, and closing his eyes cause this man was brain tired and tired.