No Memory

It was cold.

That's what I remember before I woke up here. Under this bridge. I opened my eyes to the water lapping at my legs. Above me is a bridge. I must have water in my ears I can't hear anything. I wipe the water from my face. My whole body is soaked. I sit up. Where am I? I look around and spot a group of people on the other side of the river. The sun isn't shining due to the clouds. I can hardly see them. They can't even see me. I'm surrounded by tall grass. I look down at my body.

Blood is all over my legs and arms. I look at my hands. They have a little bit of blood on them. I wipe them in the water. That's when the pain hits me. I almost scream as the shooting stabs of pain go up through my hands and into my chest and legs. I open the coat I am wearing. I lift my shirt to see cuts on my stomach and chest. Some are bandaged some are not. I roll up my pants. Bruises and welts cover my legs. I gingerly roll my pants down and wrap myself in the coat.

"Help!" I yell but it comes out as a wheeze. I get on my hands and knees and begin the horrible and painful crawl up the banks of the river. How did I get here? I finally get out of the tall grass. I can see the group of people dispersing. I wave my hands like a mad woman.

"Please help me," I nearly choke on my words. They come out so broken it almost sounds like a dying animal.

That's when one of them sees me. She points. The man next to her turns around. He runs up the bank. I watch as he runs across the bridge to me. I try to stand but my legs give way. I look back at the group and thetas when I see what they were surrounding.

A dead body. Its a girl with brown beautiful hair. Her clothes are gone and cuts are all over her body. Her legs are bruised and purple. I stare at her shocked. What happened to her? The man comes up to me. He has red hair and greenish blue eyes. He's tall and at least 35. He wears a suit. I see a gun in a holster. I look at the ground before looking at him again.

"Are you alright?" He kneels down next to me. I look at him my eyes wide in horror. I see the LAPD badge on his hip. He must be a detective, a homicide one at that.

"I think so," I whisper. He looks at me and sees the blood. He turns around and see the medical team on the bridge.

"Hurry this girl needs medical attention quickly," He yells. He grabs a hold of my hand. My eyes become tired and my body shivers with the pain and the cold. I feel myself slipping. He moves away slightly as the male and female medics come. He doesn't let go of my hand. They help me into the stretcher. I feel him let go. I look back at him one more time. The warmth of his hand still on mine. What if I never see him again?

"Miss whats your name," One of the medics asks. Hes a younger man with black hair and blue eyes. I look at him and that's when I realize I don't know.

"I, I don't know," I look at two medics. They look at each other. Oh my god. I look back at the dark sky. I feel a tear fall from my face. I close my eyes.

Who am I?

What have I done?