Don't look back [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 1

Liza's POV
I couldn't recognize the name on the street sign. Nothing about the road I was on looked familiar. There was tall trees and overgrown weeds on the front of a broken down home. The windows were boarded up. I shivered, wanting to be far away from here...where ever "here" was. I began to walk. It felt harder than it should be, and wincing as sharp pieces of gravel dug into my feet, My bare feet. I stopped to admire myself. I looked down to see my feet. My nails had chipped pink nail polish and blood. There was also blood staining the knees of my jeans. My hands trembling, I raised them. They were covered with dirt and scratches. My nails were broken and bloody. The sleeves of my sweater were torn, revealing my flesh covered in bruises. I tried to remember how this happened, but my head was empty. I couldn't remember anything.
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A car then drove by, stoping a few feet in front of me. I recognized the flashing red and blue lights as a source of safety. The drivers door opened, and a police officer stepped out. He talked into a radio that was placed on his shoulder before he looked at me. He looked young to be a police officer. Being barley out of high school and able to carry a gun. Was I in high school? I didn't know.

"We've received some calls concerning you" he said. "Are you okay?"

I cleared my throat, "l...I don't know" I responded.

"Okay" he held out his hand as he approached me. "My name is officer Rhode. I'm here to help you. Do you know how you got here? Or why?"

"No." I quickly responded. I didn't even know where "here" was.

"Um okay, what's your name?" My name? I didn't know my name. I stared at the officer.

"I...I don't know"

"Do you remember anything?" I tried again. I tried to think but all I had was emptiness. I started to tear up.

"Miss it's okay. We'll get this taken care of" he reached out, lightly taking hold of my arm. We got into his car and he began to drive.

"Everything is going to be okay" he reassured me but I knew he was lying. He's just trying to make me feel better. It didn't work. How could everything be okay when I didn't even know my own name?
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I hated hospitals. They were cold, smelling like disinfectant. Officer Rhode left me once the doctors started to take tests. My eyes were checked, x-rays were done, my blood was taken. The nurse cleaned up some of my wounds. They had given me a private room, I was hooked up to an IV that pumped fluids into me. The nurse later brought in a camera. Why a camera? She gave me a hospital gown to change into.
"We need to do some more test on you while the x-rays are being checked." She came closer to me with her camera.

"We also need to take some pictures of your injuries" she stood there taking pictures of all my cuts and bruises. I felt uncomfortable. It felt awkward.

"Relax, sweetie" she said as she took the last picture.

"The police are contacting different people from missing person reports, they'll find your family soon."

I gave a nurse a nice smiled. I curled up under the thin blanket trying to cover myself but the blanket was too small. I stayed with my feet uncovered and slowly fell asleep.
Dreaming about falling, falling endlessly into darkness.
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Waking up the following morning, I decided to start small. What was my name? Everyone had a name. I just don't know what it is. I rolled on to my back, I let out a quiet scream as the IV pulled on my hand. Next to me was a plastic cup of water. I slowly sat up and grabbed the cup. Water. There was something about water. Flowing water, like a river. The door then opened, and the nurse with a doctor I met the other day walked in.

"Do you remember my name?" He asked. I didn't respond.

"I'm Dr. Weston. I just want to ask you a few questions." I was tired. Tired of the same questions. He asked the same questions everyone else had. The answer to all of the questions were the same: no

"Do you know what month it is?" I still didn't answer immediately.

"It's March" I bit my lip, starting to get nervous.
"But I don't know what day"

"Today is March twelfth. It's Wednesday, so now tell me what is the last day you remember?" I picked up the edge of the blanket and took a wild guess.

"Tuesday?"

"it had to be longer than that. You were dehydrated when they brought you in. Try again" how was I supposed to know. I don't remember anything.

"I don't know" he asked more questions and I didn't know the answer to any.

And I'll probably never know the answer.