THE INTERCEPT

Prologue

I looked around wondering where in the world I was. The room was a dull cream color. The paint on the walls was chipping and there were cracks in the ceilings. The plain green curtains attached to the window was keeping the sun out of the room and casting shadows in the room. I sat up on the small uncomfortable bed and tried to get a better view of where I was. There was a tray of food beside the bed; it had a cup of pineapple fruit juice and a cup of strawberry yogurt on it. It looked like it had been sitting there for about a day or. I felt a hitch on the back on my neck and when I toughed it I nearly blacked out because of the pain I felt. I tentatively touched the back of my necked. I gasped, there was a long scar running from the back of my neck to who know where, the pain was all over my back.

“Oh, you are awake.”

Startled I sat up straighter which shot another hot flash of pain down my back. The woman who spoke rushed to my side and asked,

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” I said trying to sound convincing (though even to my own ears I did not). She was dressed in white scrubs and had her hair in a tight bun at the exact center of her head. She was tall and looked as if she was in her mid- forties.

“Where am I?” I asked trying to divert her attention from my back to my face.

She looked down at her feet trying to hide the expression on her face.

“Are you ok?” I asked her, trying to sympathize with her.

“I’ll get the doctor.” She says as she hurries out of the room.

A few minutes later the doctor came into the room. He was tall and kinder old if you ask me (but what did I know I was seven at the time)

“Miss Liza?” he called.

I looked around wondering who he was talking to.

“Who is Liza?” I asked

“You, you are Liza.” He replied.

I laughed out loud. What kind of name is Liza? What kind of person names their child Liza?

“You were in an accident two weeks ago. We don’t know what kind of accident, we found you lying in the middle of the road. Your parents were there with you.”

He paused and looked down. What is up with this hospital, everyone always looking down at their feet? This place must be for sadist or something.

He sighed and looked back up. “By the time we found you everyone was dead. You have amnesia and so far the chances of you ever remembering anything are very slim.

I pinched myself adding to the pain I already felt. This has to be a dream, but the pain shooting up and down my back proved me wrong. It is real, as real as the fact that my name is Liza.

I didn’t even know I had something called parents and now I’ll never get to see them again. I looked at the doctor, there were still somethings I still remembered like what a doctor was, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. Doctors always think that they are so smart while in reality they are not.

I refused to cry, from what little I know about myself I figured out quickly that I was not a crier. Not then and not now.

“When you have fully recovered we would be transporting you to the nearest orphanage.” The doctor turned to walk away, but before he left he paused and says.

“I’m very sorry for your loss.”