Forgotten

Chapter 2: Familiarity

A couple days after being in that wretched hospital they ruled out that I was in no condition to be out in "the real wirld" not that it would matter since I have no memory of who I was.

So now I'm here in this building with 345 people adding one more to the mix; 146. There's no physical contact with anyone except for your doctors, terrible food, and horrific old people music.

I've been here for just about 2 days and already I'm starting to wish I had froze to death in the forest. Although I don't remember being even the slightest bit if chill. Officer Brooks comes to check on me every couple of hours before they give me my medication. He's sweet and the only person who has even tried to talk to me or get to know me.

He brings me sweet things like chocolate or bread, probably hoping I'll say thank you but it's still no mystery that my voice isn't coming to me. No one seems to know why, they just decided one day that I was no longer sick just that I'm elective mutism which is just another way of saying that I can speak but choose not to. Which could be true and I just don't realize it but if a doctor says it then it must be true.

Today I get to meet with my doctor for the first time one on one. He's going to try working with me trying to help me figure out who I am , where I came from, and who I'm potentially related to.  They tried running a fingerprint analysis but say that my fingerprint seems be be burned off or something.

"Jane Doe your up next. Step to the corner facing the wall, hands on your head." A man's voice says from the speaker in my room.

They treat the people here as if they're in prison. I suppose because the orderly usually gets attacked by a patient once every 3 hours. Still, I do as he says without hesitation. A couple minutes later a man comes in and puts shackles on my wrists then escorts me out and to the doctors office.
This institution has different levels, the first floor is for all the different doctors and the cafeteria, the second floor is for all the people who are brought in so people like their parents of family don't have to deal with them, along with the infant unit. The third level is for people who are mildly dangerous but couldn't hurt you because they're always hopped up on suppressants which us the level I'm on. The last floor, level four is for the kinds of people who aren't welcome in the world or prision. They mainly stay strapped to their beds all day with a little bared window on their ceiling. No way for them to get out and no one bothers going in. They just give them feeding tubes so noone has to feed them. It's restricted to everyone.

"Doctor Mathers, I've got your Jane Doe here for you" says the orderly

"Please have a seat" Doctor Mathers says while signaling to the seat by his desk.

The orderly takes my shackles off and I take a seat looking at a chilled pint of water on his desk. I know the water is intended for me to have with my pills but I haven't had a drink of anything for a couple hours since they're testing me for any types of diseases. He notices where my eyes are focused on.

"Would you like a glass?" He asks nicely.

I nod.

"You know, your going to have to start talking sometime." He says as he pours water into a cup. "Silence is not golden my dear."

He slides the cup across his desk to me and I gulp it down in a few chugs. I set the glass on the table wanting more.

"I must say there's something about your eyes that make you so familiar to me. I believe we've met maybe once or twice. " he says sitting back in his chair.

I mean if you know something about me just go ahead. I'm all ears.

"Perhaps not, well not in this lifetime I suppose."

I gave him a confusing look and he just laughs.

"Or dear you need to lighten up."

Easy for you to say. Your not the one who no one knows. Not like you don't have anybody who understands you or talks to you like a normal person instead of a lab rat.

"So your eyes, what gives them the purple iris?" He asks pouring more water.

I hadn't even noticed what color my eyes were, much less purple.

What is wrong with me?

"I'll tell you from a medical standpoint, back in the day mothers were known to have a mutation in their blood, passing it to their children. Do you know how many people in this world have purple eyes like yours?" He asks standing and looking out the window behind him.

I shake my head knowing that he obviously doesn't expect an answer.

"Just about 600." He turns back to me, "isn't that fascinating?"

I smile a nod my head.

"Have you ever heard of the Alexandra Genius effect?"

No.

"You should look for it in the library. I'll have Lily show you to it." He presses the button on a microphone and speaks clearly into it.

"Lilly, can you please come escort a young lady to the mythical section in the library?"

He looks at me waiting for me to say something but ultimately knows I won't.
I look out the window to the white yard. The sun is shinning down making spots of green on the floor.

I wish I could be free.

A few seconds later a girl with black hair walked in. I'm assuming this is Lily. I stood up to greet her and she ignored me.

Strange.

"Please Mathers, can you give me anything more interesting?" He says with an annoyed look on her face.

"Just please, Lily?" He says sighing.

She rolls her eyes and start towards the door, "follow me" she says and she exits the room.

As were walking she doesn't seem to care that I'm falling slightly behind.

From the back of her slim body, her hair falls down a little above her elbows and sways with the wind. When the sun shines on her hair it looks like there's a little red in it. Her skin is so perfect, theres no sign of impurities.

"So you say your name is Jane?" She finally breaks the silence.

I actually don't remember Mathers giving her a name.

"Jane Doe I'm assuming?"

Maybe she knows about my family.

"Gotta say I've seen quite a few." She says flipping her hair.

I must come from a long line of Does.

We turn the corner and I see a sign pointing to the library. She turns to me opening the glass door.

"Well here's the library. The fantasy and mythology section is down this row in the restricted section. Tell Joan Mathers sent you."
And with that she walks away.

But I can't talk.

But instead of turning back I decide to go on in.