My head was pounding. My arm was throbbing. Other than that I knew nothing. My eyes shot open and I looked around the dull white room. Wha... Looking around the room I took in large windows that cast light onto everything in sight. beside them there were two chairs, one on each side. A movement caught my eye and I spun my head to look over. A man in a black suit stood up, walking swiftly over to the edge of my bed.
"Angel." The an said, his loud voice making my head hurt. Ugh...couldn't he just have let me sleep more. Besides...who the hell was he? And why did he call me Angel...that wasn't my name! My name was...I shook my head. I couldn't think straight right now, maybe my head was a little more messed up right now.
"I take it the mission went badly?" The man said, peering down at me with large intense eyes. He had an edge of some sort of accent that I couldn't make out, and long brown hair that he had casually tied back. He looked around 20. Mission? What did he think I was some kind of spy?
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, carefully choosing my words, yah know in case he was insane or something. His green eyes squinted, looking down at me.
"Stop playing around Angel." He said. I shifted my position on the bed...wait...I was in a hospital! An IV was sticking into my left arm, delivering a steady stream of some sort of clear liquid into my blood-stream. My eyes widened when I saw it and I. AHHH! I reached over ripping it out of my arm with a sharp pull. A trickle of blood ran down my arm. God danm it I hated needles. I turned back to the dude in the suit.
"Listen, I don't know who you are but how the hell do you know me?" I asked.
"Angel..." The man started.
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" I yelled. Now I was getting really freaked out.
"Do you not like your name anymore...well I suppose you could choose a new one." He said with a hint of a smile. What?
"Who are you!" I asked, gritting my teeth in anger. Come on! What was going on?
"You know me." He laughed "James...remember." It was my turn to squint my eyes.
"Well 'James'" I hissed. "No...I don't remember you and frankly I don't think i want to so if you wouldn't mind, please turn around, open the door and GET THE FUCK OUT." This guy was scaring me. I didn't know him, and yet he kept insisting that my name was Angel. And that he knew me.
"You really don't remember me do you?" He asked coming closer to the bed. I inched away, reaching for anything sharp that was on the small wooden table beside my bad. I found a pen as he grabbed my arm. A shooting pain ran through my head and I squeezed my eyes shut. But it was gone as quickly as it had begun.
"Angel." He said "When's yo..." He never got a chance to finish. I leaped off the bed, straight at him, knowing it was stupid. He seemed about a foot taller than me and a lot more muscular. I had the element of surprise though.
I knocked Suit guy off his feet and he landed hard on his back, a whoosh of breath leaving him. He looked stunned for a moment. I held the uncapped pen to his throat. My legs were tightly wrapped around his waist,, holding him in place, with my other arm by his head.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" I yelled. "I DON'T KNOW YOU!"
He looked at me calmly, apparently not afraid of the very terrifying pen I was wielding.
"Do you know why your in the hospital?" He asked slowly. I thought hard, thinking back to before I woke up, trying to remember. I couldn't.
"When's your birthday?" He asked. "I thought back again, trying to remember something, anything before waking up in the hospital bed. I couldn't. I was only met with a cold black wall.
"Oh my god" I whispered. "I-I can't remember anything." I relaxed my grip on the Ponytail Dude and dropped the pen weakly from my grasp. What was wrong? Did I have amnesia or something? WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON? I was supposed to remember things right? The guy beneath me took my weakened grip as an opportunity and twisted around, flipping me off of him, and slamming my head into the ground.
"AHH!" He exclaimed. "Sorry!! A-Are you okay?" I glared at him from the ground, tears suddenly running down my face that had nothing to do with the fresh new pain in my head.
"J-just get out OKAY!" I yelled. Where were the nurses anyway? Shouldn't they be kicking this guy out of here? James jumped to his feet, looking embarrassed and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
I scooted over to the corner and out my head my knees, closing my eyes. What the hell was going on? Where was I? Who was I? And why was I here?
