Forget

Return- Part 1

     When I opened my eyes, bright light flooded in making it impossible to see. I closed them quickly and squinted so the fluorescents weren’t as harsh on my eyes. I had no memory of getting in this room, which looked like one you would find in a hospital. In fact, I had no memory of my past at all. I couldn’t remember my name, my hair color, eye color, my age, or anything. I tried to think, but it’s like when you know a word and it’s on the tip of your tongue, but you just can’t quite get it. That is exactly how I felt. The door to my room opened and a man with untidy gray hair in a pale green uniform with a white lab coat stepped inside smiling at his clipboard. Yes, I was defiantly in a hospital. “You’re awake!” He mused. Unsure of how to respond I nodded my head slightly. He must’ve understood my confusion, because his face softened and he took a seat by my bed. “What do you remember?”

“Nothing,” I said, but the sound of my own voice shocked me. “What happened?”

“I don’t think it is a good idea to get into the complicated things today. Let’s just say, you had an... accident. Is that good?” He asked.

“I guess.”

“Now, I’m sure you’ve got loads of questions for me, however, I’ve got an operation to do so I’ll have to get back to you on that. I might be able to get someone in here to answer your questions.” He gave me another blinding smile and left the room. As soon as he left, another man rushed in. Determined to get some answers, I spoke up.

“What’s my name?” I asked. 

“Sorry,” he called, snatching something off the bedside table. “Gotta go.” Then he was gone, leaving me just as alone as ever. I figured no one would be back in for a while, so I swung my legs out of bed. I shivered as my feet touched the cold floor. Slowly, I crossed the room where a small mirror was mounted on the wall. My reflection caught me off guard, but then again, I didn’t know what I was expecting. Long messy dirty blonde hair laid over my shoulders. My skin was faire, but not pale. I leaned in closer to look at my eyes. They were gold in the center fading into blue which then turned to gray. Good enough for me. 

     I ditched the mirror and looked around for something to give me a hint of my name. I checked in cabinets and drawers, but I couldn’t find anything. I looked under the bed. Nothing. Then I noticed a thin piece of plastic fastened around my wrist. There was writing on it: Rm. 850 Mentally Ill 02342931. 

     No name of course. I peeked my head out of the door, but one doctor spotted me and rushed over. He shoved my head back in the room and closed the door. Great. I was a prisoner. I kept rummaging through the room until I came across an extra pair of clothes. I quickly slipped out of my hospital gown and into them. The pants were a bit big, but they were skinny jeans, so it wasn’t too noticeable. The shirt was just some old paint splattered t-shirt, which I didn’t mind. Unfortunately, there weren’t any shoes in with the outfit. I ran my fingers through my hair and hoping nobody would notice my bare feet, I opened the door again and walked out this time acting as though I was meant to be here. It wasn’t too hard. I ignored the questioning looks from the people who noticed me. I decided to take the stairs down to the first floor. I wasn’t sure why, but I was getting weird feelings about the elevators. I headed into the lobby walking around until I found a nurse who seemed nice enough. She was vaguely familiar. Her white blonde hair was obviously dyed. Her skin was the perfect tan and her eyes were and amazing shade of blue. I walked up to her and cleared my throat. She turned to face me. At first she looked startled, then in pain, but then she gain control and smiled kindly. I returned the gesture. “Can I help you with anything?” She asked.

“Yes, actually.” I was already liking her better than the three other doctors I had interacted with. “I was wondering who occupies room 850?” Her smiled faltered.

“There is no room 850. Who told you that?” Her voice was sweet, but there was an edge of panic, too. 

“Uhm..” I wasn’t sure how to answer. She spotted my hospital tag on my wrist. Her eyes grew wide, but she recovered. 

“Very well, follow me.” She turned down a long hallway and lead me all the way to the end. She took out a set of keys and unlocked the door. I walked in silently and without thinking, I took a seat infront of the desk in the center of the room. She took a seat on the other side of it. She opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted.

“Who am I?”

“I’m not permitted to tell you that.”

“Just my name, please.”

“How did you get down here?” She asked changing the subject, I wasn’t going to give up that easily though. 

“I jumped out the window,” I retorted sarcastically. “What is my name?”

“No.”

“Just tell me!”

“I can’t.”

“Please!” I cried. There was real pain in my voice this time. It was impossible to sit here and have no clue who I was. She heard it, too. Her eyes seemed reluctant and she looked at the ground. She seemed to make up her mind and looked me in the eyes.

“Look, you name is Tyler. I can’t tell you much more. I’m not allowed to be here. If they knew...” Her face was very disturbed.

“Who are you?” I asked. Her eyes watered up when I asked this. She looked at me as if remembering a time we shared. I guess I was right.

"Tyler, I'm your big sister." She whispered. A big part of me wanted to embrace this, but I had my guard up. I didn’t know if it was true though. I guess my expression must have been doubtful because she let out a painful little laugh. “I know, you don’t believe me but you will. We will get your memory back. I promise.”

“We?” I questioned unaware that another person had entered our conversation.

“The rebellion. You wouldn’t understand.”

“Then make me understand.” I pleaded.

“Listen, a couple people are going to come get you tonight. They are going to bring you back... home if you will. Just sit tight okay. Go back to your room.” I wanted to know more, but I could tell that’s all she was willing to give.

“You never told me your name.” I remembered.

“Zoe.” She smiled.