All I see is black.
The first thing I feel is soft cotton shorts and a t-shirt and thick socks that cover my body.
The next thing is a cold breeze that brushes my skin, giving me goosebumps.
Then I hear something, faintly. I hear, what sounds like, a swing and people talking.
Then, loudly, his voice rings through my head. "Hey! Wake up!"
I slowly open my eyes. The sun is so bright that it burns. I raise my hand to block my delicate pupils from the ball of fire in the sky. Then I see him. The one who was yelling. His brown hair is messy, but in a very attractive way. His piercing blue eyes scan my face looking for a sign of emotion.
I try to sit up, but that's when I feel a sharp pain in my body. It feels like I'd been hit by a semi truck.
I lay back down on the cold concrete ground.
"Whoa. Take it easy. What's your name?" He asks, with concern in his voice.
"It's..." I stop when I realize I have no answer for him. I remember that 2+2=4, and that America became a country in 1776, and that it's the middle of August. But I can't remember my name or who I am.
Is it August? I could be wrong but I'm pretty sure it's "August." I mumble, in thought.
"You're name is August?" He tilts his head.
"No. What? Yes. Yeah. August is my name." It's an obvious lie but I have no idea who this guy is and I certainly don't want him to see that I'm any more vulnerable than I already am--as I lay in the middle of a park.
A sudden pain shoots down my spine. I arch my back writhing with pain. I can't help but clench my teeth and just scream.
My eyes blur with tears. "She's bleeding bad!" I hear him shout. "Somebody call an ambulance!"
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Mystery / ThrillerI finally realize that I have nothing. No one. I hadn't processed how truly alone I was until now. I don't even have myself to rely on, because I have no clue who I am.
