Finding out who you are can be a scary journey...especially when you have no memory of who you are.
Elijah Morgan wakes up one day with no memory of who she is. The only things she knows about herself is what her coworkers at Hawkins Lab has tol...
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"Who the hell is Ms. Morgan?"
——— This chapter has been updated from the original version. ———
THE first things I felt as I was coming to was the pounding in my head and confusion. My eyes fluttered open, but immediately closed when I was met with a blinding white light.
Bracing myself, I opened my eyes again, not letting the light stop me. I lifted my hand to my head to rub my temple, attempting to soothe my headache.
The sound of the door opening startled me, making my head throb once again.
"Ms. Morgan?" A woman's voice sounded from across the room.
I opened my mouth to respond to the foreign name, but found my mouth so dry to the point where I couldn't speak.
The woman walked closer to the bed I was reclining in, and handed me a glass of water that was on the small metal stand beside me.
I took a few large gulps before I managed a pathetic, "What the fuck...?"
The woman, not at all taken aback by my foul language, smiled almost sadly. She ignored my confused question, and instead said, "How are you feeling?"
I shook my head, causing my head to hurt even more, "What's going on?"
"Ms. Morgan, please-"
"Who the hell is Ms. Morgan?" I cut her off, beginning to panic.
A look of unsettlement made its home on the woman's face. She hurried over to the intercom by the door from which she came, "Send Dr. Brenner to the ICU in room B231; Elijah is awake."
I attempt to get up out of the bed, but the lady immediately runs to my side to hold me down.
Attempting to push her off I shout, "Keep your grimy hands to you're mother fucking-"
She inhaled deeply before saying, "You will be told everything as soon as Dr. Brenner gets here; he will be here any moment."
The plea in her eyes made me relax slightly. I could feel her discontent; she didn't want to be here either.
I inhaled deeply before settling down, but I was still on high alert.
She finally let go of me, and backed off. She inhaled deeply before meeting my gaze, "Listen, Elijah, I-"
Before she could finish her sentence, the clicking sound of the door reached my ears. In walked a refined looking, older man with gray hair. He smiled at me, but it didn't reach his eyes. His eyes were a lifeless blue that starred into my soul. I began to fear that he could see past my flesh and bone and into my mind where my deepest secrets and desires lie.
