I Know What You Did

One- Waking up on the wrong side of reality

Flickering bright lights. Strange clicks and buzzes. The smell of chemicals. Lights more lights, invading me. A dull ache in my temple. Lights. Lights.
I swim in and out of consciousness with an unpleasant sensation in my head.
A women in blue clothes appears in my vision, I can't focus on her but she's definitely there, unlike the strange blonde ponytail in my dream. She stares into my eyes, then at the buzzing machine next to me.
"Sir. Can you hear me? Sir, you're in the hospital."
I mumble something inaudible and she continues to watch the machines by my bedside.
"What happened?" I manage to whisper slowly
"You have suffered a serious head injury, Sir. You are lucky to be alive," she says with clarity.
Everything begins to go cloudy again, but this time I fight it, groaning in pain.
The nurse return to my side as another figure enters the room. She shines a further bright light into my eyes, making comments to the other doctor that I cannot comprehend. The doctor joins the nurse by my bed and asks slowly:
"Can you tell me what day it is?" I think for a moment but cannot.
"Can you tell me where we are?"
I reply with "hospital" and he chuckles slightly.
"Sir, can you tell us your name?" But I do not know.
The nurse then turns to me, saying that I have amnesia, but the dots in my vision have returned and this time, I cannot hold on to reality.

When I awake moments later, the two figures appear clearer. I can see the nurse's red hair and the doctor's black glasses.
"I am in hospital. I have amnesia." I say, and they nod.
"What happened to me?" I manage to mumble.
"We do not know," replies the young nurse "you were brought to us by a woman in a taxi with a head wound."
As she says this, my fingers go to my head, but she moves my hand, telling me that I was given stitches and must not touch them yet.
"How long have I been here?"
"Just over a week. Could you tell me what day it is, perhaps?" But again, I cannot.

"We are going to let you rest now, Sir." And the two doctors leave the room as I fall back into a dream. I see the blonde ponytail again, but cannot remember any more.

I awake again, only this time I am alone. I can focus much clearer now on my surroundings, analysing the grey hospital room with the green chair and television in one corner and array of machines that I am linked to in the other, none of which I can understand. The pain in my head has all but subsided and my vision is clear, but I still cannot remember my name or why I am here. As I try to prop myself up on the pillows, the red-haired nurse return to my room, smiling.
As she inspects the machines again, I enquire:
"Could you turn on that television so I can see what I have missed?"
"You appear to have improved rapidly, Sir," she replies, carrying out my request.

The television is lit up with a reporter walking down an alleyway.
"A second group of victims from the notorious, unnamed psychotic murderer has been discovered in a cellar."
I stare disbelievingly at the screen, and then at the nurse.
"I know, it's horrific isn't it. The police don't know who it is, but have found at least twenty people across the city, all brutally murdered." She must have captured my terror as she quickly follows with "but of course you'll be completely safe in here."
Nonetheless, I my fear does not subside like my headache. I may not remember my name, but that alleyway is the only thing that seems familiar to me.
Am I somehow connected to this mystery murderer? Am I on their hit list?