Desperation

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Running, that's all I remember from before. It always catches me, although I can't recall what IT is.... A monster of some sort? I can't be certain; hell, I don't even know who I am, not anymore. Its like everything I once was, or am, was just erased......

Currently, is sit in a chair in the psychiatric ward of the hospital, dreading the police officer's return. Staring through the window and into the forest, I sigh. Itching at the rough gown I received when I came here. It is really plain, pasty white like my scarred skin. How did I get these? Hundreds of raised scarrs litter my wrists, hidden under the sleeves. I bite my lip, holding my thin face in my hands.

Huffing, I I sit up, looking up to see the utterly white walls with water stains. WHY IS EVERYTHING HERE WHITE!?!

"Miss?..." a soft, male voice calls.

I snap my head towards the voice, glaring full of annoyance. I cross my arms, "What." I hiss at the officer.

"Well, are you sure there isn't anything else to your story?" he sits in the chair in front of me and across the table. He leans closer, giving me a hard stare. "Do you remember anything yet?"

I bite my tongue, holding back a string of annoyed curses. "No, not yet. Who do you think I am, Superman?" I snort. I give him my best attempt at a smile, "Look, I've tried, and tried to remember. It just isn't happening. I don't even know who I am yet!" I examine his facial expression.

It holds some sympathy, he nods, leaning back in his chair. "I did an identity search. Nothing matches your description." he frowns, rubbing his prickly chin. He pulls out a yellow packet, opening the top.

I tilt my head to the side questioningly as he pushes a few papers infront of me. One has all of my known information on it and a picture of my face. "What?......"

"We're giving you a new identity for now. You just have to pick your name now," He pauses, giving me a pen to fill out the name part and stands up to leave. "I'll give you some time, just write down a first and last name. A middle name is optional. I'll be in the main office if you need me." He quickly turns down a corridor, eaving me in a peaceful yet eery silence once again.

Hesitantly, I pick up the light blue pen. What do I want to be? Or who? Melissa maybe? No..... Rachel? No.... Hmmm....... After ten minutes of tapping the pen and staring at the pages scattered across the grey table, I finally write down a name.

Alice Claire Valentine