Amnesia

Awaken

The soft beeping of a monitor near by flooded the drums of her ears. Her senses were slowly coming back to her one by one. The sterile smell of a freshly cleaned and mopped room opened her nostrils. Goosebumps pebbled her skin as she felt the chilled draft tickle her arms and legs.

Slowly her eyes fluttered open.

The headlight directly above was blindingly bright, she twistered her head to the side squinting, still sensitive to its intensity. Her vision was a misty haze of blurred colors that slowly began to sort itself out.

The beeping monitor stood next to where she lay, mimicking the pulse of her heart beat. Her eyes followed the various white cords from the machine following the ends to her arms and chest. She lightly bent an arm before hissing at the soreness.

Soon she realized her whole body ached with a similar pain. Slowly she pulled herself up concious of her exhausted muscles. She was clad in a white tank top and a matching pair of shorts.

It wasn't hospital clothing. Now that she looked around this wasn't a traditional patients room either.

The walls were a coffee brown, the floor, glossed wood. A large, aged wardrobe sat acrooss the room from the bed she lay in, the bed so far being the only thing similar to that of a hospital.

The room was rather empty, only a few dark cabinets aligned on the wall.

The woman furrowed her brows. Where the hell was she? Why couldn't she remember how she'd gotten there, or even who she was? Why couldn't she remember anything at all?

She looked down over herself once more. Rounded breasts, a slimmed waist, curvy hips and thick thighs. Her body felt familiar, but nothing else.

Looking to her right she noticed there wasn't really a door to this room, but rather a transparent glass wall centered with a wide opening into a hallway parallel to the room. If privacy was an option in this place you wouldn't be getting it in here.

She waited anxiously a few moments before plucking the stickers from her body. The machine flat lined no longer tracking her pulse, she flipped the switch turning the monitor off.

She came to the edge of the bed noticing the medical tray beside it. A few things sat on it.

She reached for the surgical scissors, but her side stopped her with an abrupt stinging that coursed deep into her stomach. She winced yanking the tank top up. Stiches traveled the length of her torso, her normally caramal skin was a bruised black and purple where an injury lay.

What happened to me? She wondered inwardly.

She pulled the fabric back down before reaching for the scissors once again, this time cognizant of her pain.

Her feet planted on the cool wood, she took a moment to stand and balance herself.

The room was now silent, only the heavy air conditioning rumbling above made any noise. She tiptoed to the edge of the glass pane sticking her head out into the large, dim lit hall.

It formed the shape of a capital T. One hall stretching in front of her, adjoined with another winging out far to the left and right of her. They were a similar color to the walls of the room she stood in, a dark, paneled, ebony brown, the floors a glossy black. She had no idea where either of the three halls would lead her.

Taking a deep breath she clutched the scissors in her hand deciding to take the right wing. She walked cautiously down the hall, the walls were bare with nothing around to guide her.

She began to wonder just how long she'd been laying in that bed, it was clear her muscles had adjusted to their relaxed state by the way simply walking nearly winded her; she was weak.