Amnesia

Prologue

The walls were bare, just coated in a cream colored paint. The thick curtains that covered the small window in the corner were tied closed with a single rope holding both halves together. The room was almost pitch dark, but then the sun began to rise. The sunlight peeked through the small crack between both pieces of the curtain, shining down upon the boy below.

    There was a twin sized bed placed right below the window. The boy that laid under the blankets who couldn't have been older than seventeen. He laid in the bed, oldly stiff, so stiff it didn't even seem natural. He just laid there with his hands at his sides and his face looking up at the ceiling. Peaceful in his stiffly trace. 

    Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. With a swift motion, he ripped the needles from his arms and jumped up from the bed. He threw his blankets off him in a rush, which proceeded to fall to the floor. Even though his muscles ached from his long sleep, he needed to find her.

    One of the nurses who'd seen him jump up from the hallway ran into the room. "Sit down," she said in a soothing voice. "You shouldn't be up."

    "No, I don't have to listen to you," the boy hissed. The woman reached out to grab his arm, but the boy instead ripped his arm away from her and punched her in the nose. Bright red blood began to drip onto her uniform.

    Her blue eyes filled with fear. She did the only thing she could think of. She jabbed the needle that was hidden in her pocket into his shoulder, only a split second before he tried sprinting out of the room.

And as he slipped into unconsciousness, one name was on his lips. "Lena."