No Memory

1

The ceiling tiles are so white. I stare up at them as I lay in the hospital bed. They have little tiny holes. Little tiny holes. I look at the door. Its shut. So many shut doors. I feel a tear fall out of my eye. Why am I here? The hospital is for those who need attention. I don't need that. I need to get out of this place. I need to feel the sun on my face. The rain in my hair. I need to feel the wind in my ears. I have a brand new life.

I turn my attention back to the ceiling tiles. I've been here for a couple of days. They say in a couple of days I will be able to get out. Most of the cuts werent bad. My legs are still bruised but at least I can walk. I walked around my room a few times. My body is slowly coming back. My memory is coming back very slowly. Slower than the slowest thing ive ever felt. Whatever that maybe.

The nurses here are pretty nice. They gave me a name. They said I look like a Elizabeth. They call me Ellie for short. I hear someone talking in the hallway. The nurse is speaking in a hushed tone to someone. I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in," I call out. Its nice to have my voice back. It sounded almost alien when it came back to normal. I guess who ever I was before wouldnt have thought it to be alien.

The door opens. The man from the bridge and his woman partner come in. I sit up in bed slightly ignoring the pain.

"Detective Danny Reese," the woman holds out her hand. I shake it. She has a strong grip for a woman. I can tell from her hands something has made her this way.

"Detective Charlie Crews," the man holds out his hand. I shake his. The same warmth is in them as two days before.

"Elizabeth," I smile.

"Is that your name?" Charlie Crews asks. He smiles kindly. I bit my lip.

"Its the name the nurses gave me," I shrug.

"Why don't you tell us what happened at the bridge," Danny asks. She seems very to the point. I look at her trying to piece together the events.

"Well I remember being cold, and," I close my eyes. I see a dark room with a little bit of light. Its damp and cold there. I feel a nervous feeling come about.

"A dark room, not very much light, and a window with bars on it," I open my eyes. I feel fear creep it's way inside of me. Whatever happened in that room must have freaked me out. Whatever it was I don't want to know.

"Bars on the windows," Charlie whispers and looks out my window. Danny gives him an annoyed look. I look outside the window. The sun shines brightly. I can hear laughter. A child screams with delight.

But a very different scream echoes in my brain. One that chills me to the bone. I feel my body become racked with pain. I close my eyes. I let out a ragged breath. Charlie looks at me. I return his gaze. He seems almost sad. Almost as if he's seen his own hell.

"You have to remember, a serial killer is out there, you were suppose to be his sixth victim," Charlie reaches out for my hand. I close my eyes.

All I see is black. Suddenly I see another girl. Her clothes are torn. Her face is full of fear.

"Help me," her voice squeaks. I try to get up. I'm tied to something. The door opens. A figure walks into the room. The girl screams.

I open my eyes.

"A girl, she had blonde hair and she had a small nose, she was thin too thin," I look to them. They turn away and talk to each other. I make out only two words.

First victim.

They turn back to me. Charlie hands me a card from his suit coat pocket.

"If you ever need anything call me," he smiles. I take the slip of paper. I nod. They nod curtly to me before leaving. I put the card on the desk. I grab the remote. I flip through the channels to the news.