September (Creepypasta Fanfic)

Chapter 1

I woke up with the need to pee and eat something when I realized... I didn't know who I was.

Who am I?

What am I?

Why am I in this dark room?

I check to see if I was a boy or a girl and I'm a boy. I had messy dirty blonde hair and my body was pretty average.

Why do I not remember anything?

All these questions are ripping me apart from the inside. I need to know what/why I do not know who I am? What's my name?

I tried to get up but I felt a sharp pain in my head.

"Fûck..." I swore, my head hurts and it feels like I'm hungover. My arm hurts too. I felt it to see if there was a cut in it and it was a long smooth slice.

I heard something move in the room.

"Hello? Wh-whoever's there sh-show yourself." I attempted to sound tough.

The thing came out and it was a rat. I exhaled deeply.

I stood up because I need to find a way out, ignoring the pain in my head.

"Where the hell am I?" I asked myself.

As if some sort of force was there I seen a light and like anyone would in this situation, I walked towards it.

The light brought me outside of where I was and I was in... an abandoned knife factory? Why was I here. Oh I know, I was drunk and I somehow managed to drag myself out here, with no cellphone service or car to go back home.

Damn, I'm so stupid.

"Who are you?" A rough voice that blared through the empty, dirty parking lot asked.

"I-I don't know..." I turned around to see a man who looked to be in his late 40's or early 50's wearing a very mean look. This must be his old factory... or was. He had a pitch fork, probably a farmer?

"Don't give me the 'I don't know' shit! I want to know why a punk like you is in my lot!" The old man boomed.

"I'm not a punk and c-can you please bring me to a police station or m-maybe a hospital? So I can c-check my head out. I think it's bleeding." I asked the old man.

"Why would I trust a punk like you?" The old man asked.

"Because my name is... well I don't know my name but I'm sure the police might know." I flashed a smile and the man lowered his pitch fork.

"I trust you but I'm taking you to the sheriff" the old man said.

"Thank you sir" I followed him to his truck. When we got to his vehicle, The man unlocked his truck and started it up. the rude was silent the whole ride there. I looked out the window. The sun is high in the sky which means it was around noon.i wonder how long I've been there. A couple hours? Days? Weeks? Months?... Years? I shook it off. no need to worry, the police will find out who I am. Hey, you never know. I could be famous for all I know.

The radio suddenly started playing a familiar song.

"Rock the casbah..." Is it... Rock The Casbah by The Clash? Yeah I know that song and it's pretty old.

"Hey, uh, what year is it?" I asked.

"September 12, 2015 and its 12:36pm " he answered. He didn't ask any questions he just kept driving.

I feel as if I just lost my whole family, which technically I did. I have no idea who I am or how I got out here in the first place. I probably had a girlfriend and an apartment that we shared together. I probably loved her and she loved me. Now, I have nothing.

"Well your here, good luck." he said as I got out of his car.

"Thanks Sir" he drove off and I watched until he turned a corner and was out of sight. I checked my pockets and found a white iPhone in a black case that said "Bros before hoes" in white bold letters. I pressed the home button and the screen lit up. I swiped the screen and it unlocked. I went on the one that said music and looked at what kind of music I listen to.

"Hey do you need help?" A police woman asked me.

"Uh yeah, I actually don't know who I am and the back of my head is bleeding." I answered with nothing but the truth flowing out.

"Do you want us to help you?" She asked me.

I nodded.

She seems trustable...

"What do you need?" She asked. Has she forgotten already? Geez.

"Uhm... I'm bleeding and I need to know who I am and I kinda don't even know my name but I think it started with an L?" I tried to explain and I have a feeling my name started with an L but I wouldn't know, it feel like it's right.

"Then we need to bring you to the hospital." Finally the woman actually listened! I apparently have a concussion and I hit my head so hard that I may have amnesia.

She drove me to the hospital in her car. I went on my phone and looked at an app called Instagram. I didn't have a particular name as my name I only had a profile picture and my username. It's was @ Amazing.Flames.123.123. I had no pictures on here and no bio or name. I was only following 2 people and that was Someone named Beyoncé and Instagram. I went off of that and checked my contacts.

There was no contacts! It's either I'm really antisocial and have no friends whatsoever or someone deleted it all. Or maybe I did when I think I was drunk off my a**.

Well I'm now screwed.

I went on Safari and the first thing that came up was an Article named 'Jeff the killer strikes again!' Who is this Jeff?

As I read the article it stated that he killed a family of 4 kidnapped the teenage boy but it didn't say the name. On the wall he wrote "Go to sleep" in their blood. There was a photo of it and it looked pretty gruesome.

"Who is Jeff the killer?" I asked the police woman. I wonder if he's here.

"He killed hundreds of people by himself and some believe he doesn't die but everyone does."she looked over at me, then back at the road again. "He even killed his own family, Mom, Dad and his Brother Liu. He just recently murdered a family four and kidnapped the teenage boy, it was either that or the boy escaped." She said and we came to a stop. We were at the hospital.

"Uhm... thanks for the ride here?" I flashed a nice smile.

"Your welcome and if you ever see Jeff, call us right away." She said and I nodded.

She drove away.

"So... have you found out who you truly are yet?" A rough voice asked behind me. I turned around and saw a guy in a white hoodie and black dress pants. His black hair was covering his face so I wasn't able to see it.

"Who are you?" I asked. I don't know why but he seems familiar.

"So you don't remember me?" He asked and started laughing. He's laughing at me and I don't even know who the hell he is! Okay that's just not fair.

"I'm serious, who are you? I don't even know who I am dammit!" I asked angrily.

His laughter then stopped abruptly and he grabbed my arm. He started dragging me somewhere but I don't know where. I hope he doesn't kill me.