Retrograde Amnesia - A Naruto Fic

Awakening

A small girl laid in a plain white hospital bed. She had black silk hair that was sprawled in every which direction across her pillow. A severe head injury left her clueless as she eventually began to come to.

Chapter One: Awakening

I opened my eyes. The light seemed to blind me as the whole world seemed new. The walls were a color that made them seem blank. A girl was sitting across the cold room, her eyes teary. She seemed only to be 8 or 9 years old. She had long black hair that reached down to her waist, and her eyes were swollen and red, assumingly from all the crying.  She looked tired, but when my eyes met hers, they seemed to lift in spirits. She seemed overjoyed to see me. I felt overjoyed to see her. But still, I didn’t know why. She was a stranger to me. She smiled and jumped up onto the bed and got close to me.

I showed no emotion through my facial expressions. I felt no emotions as I looked over this stranger. My arm had thick wrappings around it holding it still in place. Confusion swept past me. I couldn’t move basically anything. My head was wrapped up as well. What was going on? I didn’t understand. I wanted to.

“Sister! How are you feeling?” I just starred at her. “Mallow?”

“Who are you?” And as the sentence escaped my mouth a look of hurt crossed the girl’s face. I didn’t understand her. What had I said to make her give me that look? “Are you okay?”

“Are you joking, are you really trying to scare me? I’ll hate you forever!” Tears ran down her face and she quickly ran out of the room. Again, confusion. I didn’t understand why she seemed so sad. I didn’t know her. Another woman walked into the room. She was much bigger than the one before her. They looked oddly similar and wore the same expressions.

“Honey? Mallow?” Mallow? Why had she and the last one repeated the same words. What did it mean? I gave the woman a confused expression. “Can you hear me? Mallow?”

“What’s going on? Who are you? Where am I?” The woman bit her lip as it began to bleed. I didn’t understand her actions. Why was she hurting herself? My confused expression is going to be plastered on my face for some time, isn’t it? The lady that was now kneeling over my bed smiled at me. She grabbed a small contraption out of her purse and showed it to me. I gasped and starred at it wide eyed.

It was the girl in the small piece of glass. When I moved, the picture mimicked me. I lifted my hand testing it. Again, it was casted.

“It’s the girl from before.” I said astonished. She was trapped in the glass. “We have to get her out!” I grabbed the glass from the woman and began shaking it violently. I stopped and stared at it. The girl was crying. And water fell from her face and fell through the glass escaping. But she was still inside. I put a hand to my face and I felt water. I then looked around the room. There were so many people in the room crying.  I saw the girl standing across the room. She must have gotten out. She was still crying, but she avoided looking at my face. What was going on? A nurse was at the door. Her eyes were teary, but not crying. She didn’t seem a part of this ordeal. And there was a man in the corner of the room, sitting on a small chair. He was staring out the window. He looked as though he had been crying, but he showed no sign of such actions happening anytime soon. He seemed exceptionally contained, but did seem like the type of person to avoid these situations anyways.

There was a very long, drawn out silence. No one spoke. They all starred at me. My head began to hurt as I remember the predicament I was in. I looked down at myself. My arm was completely bandaged. Both legs were still intact. I could wiggly my toes and my side hurt very badly. My head was bandaged and tied down.

“I want out.” I said. Everyone stayed silent. “I want out! Why can’t I move?!” I screamed. The woman shushed me and laid her hand on my shoulder ceasing my actions. The man stood from his chair and grabbed the little girl’s arm and left the room. The nurse soon left too. Only the woman was left, tears again streaming down her face. Too many tears. Too much crying. It was now annoying.