Part 2

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My eyes flutter open to a bright light. Voices are muffle and unclear around me. I turn my head to see a woman who appears to be crying and a man in a white jacket. I attempt to speak but my voice comes as a raspy grunt. The two people look at me relieved but I don't recognize them. The woman speaks, "Percy." She knows my name it seems, but who is she? "Wh-Who a-are y-you?" I manage after several tries of speaking. Her face is pained and confused as she asks with a sob, "I'm, your mother, don't you remember me?"

I look at my "mother" and can't remember her. She is foreign to me, the fact of the man wearing a white coat meaning a doctor is clearer. "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are." I mutter to the woman and she stands, leaving the room in an effort not to break down again. I watch her go, realizing I did this to her. I made her sad, but I must have a reason to. I don't know her is a fair one, but me not remembering more fit. I still feel guilty about making her upset none the less.

"Do you remember what happened to you?" The doctor asks, breaking me from thought. "I don't remember anything. Or anyone." I reply sadly. "This is strange." He utters softly. "No memories of anyone or anything yet you can still understand everything you probably did before." I shrug to him and he walks out softly ranting to himself. My head is aching and so is my chest, what happened to me? I press the button beside my bed that administers more medications and everything one again fades...

I am in a white room, endless and empty except for me and another figure. The light in the room seems to be emitting from the walls, and it's almost blinding. I look to the figure, a girl with brown wavy hair halfway down her back. "Hello?" I question uneasily. She turns and my breath catches, her eyes are winter blue...

I flash from the light into total darkness. This flips back and forth many times until I force my eyes closed to stop the switching. A hand rests on my shoulder and I cautiously open my eyes to meet the cool blue ones of the brown haired girl.

I awaken and hear someone moving a chair across the floor. I groan, the person woke me up with the harsh squeaks from the chair. I look up to see quite literally the girl of my dreams.

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