Elio

1.

It was one a.m. Elio's eyes were fighting fatigue. He had a small scar on his neck which made him suffer. He didn't know where it came from, a few hours earlier he didn't have it. A machine next to him beeped steadily. He got up on his bed with difficulty and his limbs numb. His eyes were slowly getting used to the darkness around him and he couldn't immediately discern the room he was in. He began to run his hand over the bed, the structure of which was apparently made of iron bars. Upon contact with the cold metal, the hairs on his arms and legs stood up. After a few moments in the dark, he realized he was in what looked like a hospital room. It was small, windowless and surprisingly simple. The floor was covered with immaculate white tiles and the walls were white too. He was alone. Elio slowly put both feet on the cold ground. He didn't remember anything. The presence of a new scar and a puncture mark on his left shoulder disturbed him. But that was not all. His body was acting strangely. He was covered in a cold sweat and the hair on the back of his neck was on end. Something was wrong. He felt no presence around him. He made his way to the door and opened it quietly. Ahead of him began to draw a dark hallway covered with doors like his. Each door was marked with a number. Elio was silent for a moment before deciding to go to the first door on his left marked 108. He took a deep breath and then opened it slowly. As in his room, the room was plunged into darkness but despite the noises produced by the machines, he heard a slight breathing. He approached slowly until he reached the level of the person lying on a bed similar to his. He was a young boy who looked approximately Elio's age. He was dark and his hair was cropped close to his head, almost shaved. His skin was sickly white and dark circles hollowed out his eyes. Elio reached out and brushed his fingers over the boy's neck. Another cold sweat ran through him. He withdrew his hand abruptly. He had the same scar. The same shape. The same place.Elio was petrified. He began to think quickly. Of course, that could have been a coincidence. He frowned. No. It went much further. It all seemed fake. Apart from this strange scenery with no view to the outside and these new marks on his body, he had no memory of why he was there. And even worse; he had no memories anymore. He no longer knew where he came from or who he was. He barely remembered his first name and his age. In the dark he opened his mouth and stuttered for a moment, whispering bits of incomprehensible words.Then, words came out of his mouth and echoed in the darkness."I want the world to stop" These words echoed in his head. They seemed to come straight from his past, but what past? A tear rolled down his

 cheek.

He didn't remember anything.