Amnesia

Chapter 1

My eyes fluttered open as the white light blinded me. A pair of emerald green eyes stared into mine. It was filled with curiosity.

"You're awake," he said. 

I ignored him as my eyes scanned the room, trying to figure out where I was but to no avail. As if the owner of the green eyes knew what I was thinking, he answered.

"You're in my house," he said giving no further explanation

I tried to get up but a searing pain in my head stopped me. My hand immediately went to my head and came in contact with something soft. A bandage.

"Careful, you hit your head," he said as he helped me up slowly.

I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out as my throat was too dry. He noticed this and went to get a glass of water.

I carefully took a sip from the glass without moving my head too much. 

"Who are you?" I croaked. My voice had not completely returned but it was better.

"I'm Axel Evans, who are you?" he asked.

"Me? Umm..." I racked my brain for an answer. What was my name? I had no idea. "I don't remember,"

He looked startled but he didn't try to press on further. I guess he knew something that I didn't.

Now that I think about it, I don't remember my name, age, home or what happened to me.

"What happened?" I asked.

He stared at me for a moment before he said, "you don't remember do you?

I shook my head.

He sighed.

"Two days ago, you knocked on my door, head bleeding and then you fainted," he said. I stared at him hoping to get more information. He seemed to understand so he continued. "I live here with another guy, he's a doctor so he patched your head up."

He was about to go on but then he decided against it.

"Go on," I pressed forward.

"He said that you might suffer from memory loss,"

That explains why I couldn't remember a single thing before I woke up. Thousands of questions began to form in my head. Why was my head bleeding? Why had I ended up at Axel's house? Who am I?

"Do you know me?" I asked. He shook his head.

"No. You don't have anything on you that could identify you," 

Great, he doesn't know me and I have nothing on me that could help. What do I do now? As if on cue, my stomach growled. I didn't realize I was starving, I had not eaten a single thing for two days after all. 

"Wait for a bit, I'll go heat up some leftover pizza for you," Axel said and went to — what I assume was — the  kitchen. 

Soon, he came back with a tray which contained pizza in his hands. Mmm, the sweet smell of pizza. I might've forgotten everything else but it's impossible to forget how pizza smelled like. He set the tray down in front of me and I began to gobble the food down.

"Want some?" I asked as I offered him a slice.

"It's fine, I had dinner just now," he rejected the slice of pizza politely. Yay, more for me!

While I ate, I asked Axel a few more questions. Apparently, he's 22 this year and that's all he told me. Like seriously, I've been sitting here stuffing pizza into my mouth while firing him questions after questions and this is all he tells me. You know that emoticon with three lines? Yeah, that's me right now.