The mystery of me

Chapter One

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I don't remember the beginning of this. This darkness. It's like I'm waiting for something. I remember flashes of light. A face or two, then they're gone. Along with everything else. It's Dark. It's sort of solid, this darkness around me. Blanketing me, in its way. There is no apparent bottom to this everlasting hole. I'm floating on a sea of stars. They're twinkling, lighting the way. Then suddenly I'm rising up...up...up....

I open my eyes. My vision is tinged black and my head is pounding. I blink and try to wipe away the spots. I'm aching all over. I slowly sit up and look around. I'm lying on a crisp, white blanket, and a hard mattress. I lift my arms to stretch them and feel a tug. There are dozens of wires and tubes connected to them. I reach and touch my face, there are two tubes running from my nostrils to a strange machine. I glance at my hand and there is a band encircling my wrist. Lyla Adele---mental ward. Huh. I look to the side and see a glass of water. With a little creative maneuvering I manage to take a few sips. Now, i think, a way to get out of here.

    I manage to un hook all the wires and tubes. Then I throw off the covers and find myself in a paper gown. No, Way. So I look around and find a storage closet with a pair of pants and a shirt inside. I quickly change and turn to the right and see a floor length mirror. I see an average  sized girl, about 5"6 with deep green eyes and dark, dark hair. She blinks, and so do I. Then suddenly an extremely tall man in a black suit appears behind my reflection. I spin around. He grabs my shoulders in an iron grip that I have no chance of escaping from. "Our little patient has woken up, now has she?" He chuckled, then turned me around and pushed me towards the door. Heading down the hallway I look around, This place appears to be a hospital with its pristine white flooring and walls, but I see squads of men and women in black jumpsuits, checking radar screens, going over maps, whispering in hushed tones. As I look through one of the doorways I see a man with his left sleeve rolled up. His arm covered in blood and dirt. He winced as a nurse pulled something out of a bag - needle and thread. I swallowed and picked up my pace , hoping to miss what comes next. Another man joins Mr.Tall, as we continue to walk. I hear a few snippets of their conversation: "Is this her?....Yes....How did she survive?....Escapee....memory loss....don't know if it's permanent...." We reach a room with the door labeled "inquiry chamber." Mr.Tall's buddy steps in front of me and slowly opens the door.