The Face Of The Enemy

Chapter 2

A man wandered all alone in roads he didn't know. He felt relieved and scared at the same time. Relieved because he finally escaped that hell hole which had been his house for the past year and scared because he didn't know where in the world he was.

He had walked miles and miles and the only thing around him were the green trees. The man felt thirsty and hungry. If he didn't drink a sip of water, he would surely pass out. But there was no one around him. The streets were deserted.

He forced his feet to walk, but they wouldn't obey. He didn't have the strength to go on anymore. Suddenly his ears caught a noise. Could it be a car? Could it be his last hope to live? He didn't know. The last thing he knew was the darkness he saw after he lost consciousness.

When the man opened his eyes, he saw the opposite of what he remembered, white. Had he died? Was he seeing the light? Soon he realized the whiteness was from the hospital's room ceiling. He was in a hospital. He was safe. For months he hadn't felt safer than he felt in that moment.

The door opened, revealing a blonde nurse who smiled at him. "I see you've woken up." the nurse said.

The man cleared his throat, feeling thirsty. He couldn't remember the last time he drank water. The nurse filled him a glass and handed it to him. He didn't lose time in gulping the tasteless liquid. "Thank you." His voice came out raspy and his throat hurt.

"I'll go call the doctor, okay?" The nurse announced, walking out of the room.

He looked around the room and wondered who was the one who brought him here. He wanted to thank them. The door opened again, this time revealing a bald man with a white uniform. It was the doctor. "How are you feeling?" the doctor asked professionally, looking at the clipboard on his hands. He took out a small torch light and turned it on.

"My throat hurts." the man answered.

The doctor pointed his light to the man's eyes. "Follow the light." he ordered. "You were dehydrated." he explained.

"Oh." the man sighed.

"What's your name?" the doctor asked. If there was a question that the man was afraid to answer was that question.

"I-I don't know." the man answered, lowering his head in shame. For two years now, he hadn't known not only his name, but everything about himself. He was a stranger. "I have had amnesia for two years." he added.

The bald man frowned. "May I know why?" he asked carefully.

"I don't know that either. I don't remember anything. When I woke up, I was in the middle of nowhere, with some crazy old man who claimed to have saved my life." the man shivered, remembering the last year of his life. He didn't want to remember that. Instead, he wanted to forget all about it and remember who he really was.

"You're implying that you were kidnapped?" the doctor asked, even though it was more like a statement rather than a question.

"Kind of." the man replied.

"Do you want me to call the police so you can report it?"

The man shook his head at the doctor's suggestion. "No, I don't want to see that man ever again."

The bald man wasn't satisfied with the man's reply but he let it go. It wasn't his business. "As you wish."

"How long have I been here?" the man then asked.

"A lady brought you here last night and you've been unconscious for twenty hours."

"A lady?" the man asked, surprised. How could a woman being him here. He remembered to have collapsed in the middle of the road. It was impossible for a woman to carry him in a car because he knew, he was anything but a light weight.