"I remember the swishing to leaves, the smell of the forest and for some reason the heat of a large fire, then I remember screaming and darkness after that all I seem to be able to remember is waking up in a pitch black room with no lights and a pounding headache. There was a faint buzzing somewhere in the distance, but im not sure it could have just been my imagination. I kept hearing footsteps and saw the flashing of torches, but they seemed to far off to be of any relevance so I grew to ignore them. I remember a voice telling me something but I cant quite remember what. im sorry but that's all I seem to remember."
I look around the small bland room to see that everyone is staring at me with disappointed and/or confused looks on their faces.
A stern looking police officer is the first to speak up, "Are you absolutely certain that you don't remember anything else? Anything could help in our investigation, it could be the smallest detail like a face ore an object of some sort," her cold hard eyes are locked tightly on mine awaiting an answer.
I take a deep breath before answering forming the sentence in my head, "I'm sorry, but whenever I try to think back further all I get is a stinging, burning sensation in my head."
The woman lets out a deep sigh obviously she has better things to do that be talking to a little girl with a memory problem. Abruptly she stands up chair screeching behind her, "thank you for your cooperation, we will let you know as soon as we find anything." The woman started walking over to the door showing that she had had enough of this conversation. the others were quick to follow her example and leave.
"hold on a second!" i ask before she has a chance to exit, "can I ask you something?"
"yes yes, what is it?" she says impatiently eyes flicking towards the clock mounted on the wall.
"Do you know what my name is?"
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
A/N
sooooooooooo I re-wrote this thing, hopefully its better written now and not a painfull to read.
Hope you enjoy this trash!!
see ya my pretzels!!
islaxxx
YOU ARE READING
Exception
FantasyMy name is TOR81, well that's what they call me in the hospital anyway. What would you do if you woke up in a plain white hospital, surrounded by strangers not knowing who you are, would you try to escape, or would you stay like a good girl.
