I woke up in the hospital, what happened? I look up to see a man, mid 50’s smiling at me. “Hello Chloe, glad you finally could be with us.” "Who are you?" His smile faded. “My name is Dr. Reynolds,You were found in a burning building with a mild concussion.” My eyes widen. I remember I was looking someone; he did something to me, which hurt me, but what? Think, think Chloe!! I frown, I can’t remember. “Now Chloe, you may experience some forgetfulness, which is perfectly normal.” He smiles again. “Get some rest”, he added. SLEEP? SLEEP? HOW CAN I GET SOME SLEEP! I BARELY REMEMBER WHO I AM. I sit there thinking about who I am. I am Chloe, I am eighteen, my birthday was two months ago. I have a younger brother. That is all I can remember. A nurse comes in, takes a blood sample and leaves. I need to get out of here. I feel like I am in jail. I sit there and think for a minute. Where am I from? I start naming all fifty states, a few sound familiar, maybe I travelled a lot? The doctor said, I’m not from here. I star at every little thing in the room. All white. It looks like there was a TV in here, wonder what happened to it. Maybe they don’t want me knowing what’s going on in the outside world, but wouldn’t it help me remember. Remember something, at least. An hour later, I finally fell asleep.
“No. Dad? Dad? Where are you! DAD!” I screamed, but no one could hear me. I hear someone scream in pain. That man, I know him from somewhere. “DAD” I scream again. Than I have a flash back from when I was 6. My dad, he is taken away from me, by… I can’t see them, they are burry. NO, I have to know! It’s a man, late 30s, and he had jet black hair, and he is with a woman. Come on, she, um. She is blonde; mid 20s she is tall and thin. I have to kill them. They took my father away from me for no reason. I hit rubble from the floor bring me back to the fire, I trip and fall hitting my head on a table, on the way down. The last thing I remember is being picked up by someone.
I fly up, dripping with sweat. I breathe heavily while my heart races and this thing next to me starts to beep like crazy. “Shut up”, I mumbled. Nurses run in, one asks me, “Are you alright?” I shake my head yes while they do some tests. The doctor finally comes in and smiles, “Bad dream?” “Maybe, I’m not sure” I mumble. His smile turns into a frown, “Well, okay than” he says as he walks out. What’s his deal? Everyone hear at the hospital has been treating me really weird. I try and remember my family, nothing. I know my brother, but not his name. I know he is 3 years younger than me, but acts 5 years older than me. I try and picture my dad, he was really important to me. I know he is alive, once a month; I get a letter from him saying that he is okay and I need to stay away, or at least I think so. He knows I won’t. Finally, a nurse comes in and opens the window, if only they knew how horrible it is to be stuck in this stupid Day by day I remember more and more. Every time I sleep, I have that dream. This small room, I hate this small room. Doctor said I could leave in a few days, said I would be able to get out sooner, if someone could pick me up, but I don’t remember anyone.
Doctor after doctor comes in, they all end up with nothing. They have no idea why I don’t remember anything, but they don’t know, I actually remember. “How old are you” one doctor asks me. “18 and 2 months” “Name?” “Chloe Marie Johnson” “Why are you here?” “A concussion” “Do you have a pet” I sit there a minute, thinking. Do I have a pet? Finally, I say, “ I don’t know” When he hears that, he smiles and gets up and leaves. My fake smile fades, quickly. Realizing I have not eaten in days. I click that small red button and a nurse comes in. “Yes?” She asks. “Food?” I mumble, her face turns bright red and runs out. Ask soon as she leaves, I stand up and I start to take the IV and it hurts like a mother trucker. “OW” I whisper. The window is still up, from when that nurse opened it, I push up the screen and stand myself on the rim when the doctor walks me. His eyes widen. “What are you doing?” he asks. “Getting out of this hell hole” I say, than jump. I land in the garbage whatever and check to make sure I’m okay. Go to the first car I see, cover my eyes with one hand and break the glass with the other. Finally, I’m out of there. I sigh, happily.
