{LeviHan} Within Darkness...

Chapter 1: Last Moments

Hanji's POV

His voice was muffled... like I was underwater and he was speaking to me. I can't remember his words, but I remembered my stomach was filled with... butterflies? My heart was pounding and I couldn't wait to... to... where was I going? In my hand, it was... what was it? When these tiny things were clanking against each other, they made a small noise like a bell. I was walking on the road to this light gray... car? That's a car... right. I had car keys on me. I was returning home from somewhere... where did I go?

My car lit up with lights, but no sound. I stopped in my tracks, clicking the same button on my keys. I had the same result. Before I could run away, the back of my head began to hurt, and everything faded to black. 

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I jumped up in this white room, feeling my heart pound hard against my chest and my sharp breathing hurt my lungs. The back of my head began to hurt as I laid back on the bed. As I took deep breaths to calm myself from the shock, I realized my eyesight wasn't good. 

Why can't I see clearly?

Something makes a weird, creaking noise as a figure of white came into the room. It spoke gently, but I never heard them before. Who was that person?

"You're awake," the voice was male, "how are you feeling?"

"I...fine?" I say, wincing as the pain continues to throb. "Where am I?"

"You're in the town of Clinton. Do you know what today is?"

"I... I don't know..."

"Do you know your name?"

"Uh..." I scrapped my brain for my name, but I couldn't remember. Then from my lips, only a single word was produced. "Hanji."

"Do you know your last name?"

I shook my head, feeling the throbbing growing more painful by the minute. "I... no... my head hurts... I need something to relieve it... please. And I can't see. Why can't I see?"

"Your glasses? They were damaged, so we took them to the next town to get them fixed. You won't be able to use them for a week." The man cleared his throat, giving his diagnosis. "Hanji, what's the last thing you remember?"

As I dug into my memories, I tried to remember but hit a brick wall. Every time I banged my fist against it in an attempt to see what was behind it, it caused my head to ache and I hunched over. "I...  I can't remember... why can't I remember?"

"You have amnesia." He says. "We couldn't find anything to identify you. We'll send out a notification to the nearby towns, but for now, you can stay here." He began to walk out before stopping right before the door. "Oh, and you have a visitor. Do you want to see him?"

"Who is he?"

"He's the one that brought you to the hospital. Would you want to see him?"

I nodded my head, hoping he could give me something to remember. "Yes, I want to see him."

The man walked out, and I heard something... muffled. He was speaking to someone. Before I knew it, someone in black came into the room. Its figure was noticeably short. A woman. But the second I heard its voice, I believed my head was more messed up than I thought it was. It was a male's voice. A male voice for someone of a short stature. That's something I... is that something I would remember seeing in my life? If I'm questioning it... then I haven't seen it before... right?

"How are you feeling?" He asks, still standing by the door. His voice was deep and I could feel my heart skipping a few beats from hearing it. But with that tone, I could detect... what's that feeling called? Worry? I think that's it... I think he was worried for me. 

"I... I think I'm fine. I can't remember anything..."

"Nothing?" He moves slightly, but I couldn't tell what he did. "Not even the van?"

"Van? Sir, I don't know anything..."

"Do you want to know?"

"Please..."

He began to move around the room and I heard something scraping across the ground. He slowly walked to my left side and sat down on a chair. I could see his face a bit clearer, but not crystal clear. His face was a bit pale, and I could see he had black hair. He wore a white shirt, but a black jacket over it. I wish I could see his face.

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yes. I'm sure I want to know. I can't remember anything... I just want to remember something. It's an itch that I can't scratch to relieve it. It's so... so painful. You have no idea how that feels."

"I've never been in your situation before, but I have felt something similar. Very well. I'll tell you. But don't start crying like a typical girl. It's the truth and not some sob drama tale from a TV show, understand?"

"I understand. And I don't think I'm a typical girl..."