Story Sneak Peaks and Random Things

Forgotten Memories

I can tell you what I saw.
All I saw was blue and white. Sometimes, a different colored blur would walk past the object I was trapped in.
I can tell you what I feel.
I feel wetness. My hands try to grasp the cold, thick, water around me. But it always escaped my grasp. It clung to me like shadows clinging to the walls in the dark.
I can tell you what I hear.
All I hear is the hum of mechanical machines, and the muffled sounds of speech. I strained to hear what they say, but my watery cage restricts it.
I can tell you what I smell.
I smell chocolate... Roses... Smoke... The mask on my face filtered different smells into my nose; calming me... Keeping me sane.
The only thing I can't tell you, is what I remember before.
I get glimpses. Faces upon faces flash into my mind. I feel like I should remember their names. Remember who they are to me. Objects, animals, weapons... They all seem familiar but then they don't. I don't know who they are. I don't know who I am. All I know about me is the number they call me by.
I am subject 231. That's all I know. All I remember.
But the flashes are killing me.
I need to know who I am.
Who those faces are.
What the objects mean.
I need to recover my Forgotten Memories.