A broken mind

Memories

Black. That was all I could see, black. I could hear voices, "Why did you do that!?" "What made you think that was a good idea!?" "I can't believe you are my friend!" "I can't believe you are my best friend!" The last one felt like a knife in my chest, but why. Then another voice joined, "I'm disappointed in you, ......" The last part was a name but I couldn't make out what it said. I started feeling things again and I could move. I slowly opened my eyes. I was meet with a white ceiling. I sat up in the bed and looked around the room I was in. It had red walls and very little furniture. There were only a bed, a rug, a dresser, and a mirror. I stood up but lost balance and fell onto my face. I groaned as I stood up again, this time I held onto the bed while getting the hang of standing. Once I could stand on my own I walked over to the mirror. But what was odd was that I didn't recognize the face I was meet with. It was a boy, he had crimson colored eyes and brown hair. His hair was styled in spikes. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants and black shoes. What interested me the most was the scar over his left eye. It was my reflection, but I had no memory of getting the scar. Or looking like I did. Now that I think about it I have no memory at all. Or at least not full memories, I remembered bits and pieces. I remember having friends and a sister. I remember being an orphan. I remember a forest and a flying ship. But that was all I could remember. I don't even know my name. Was this room my home? I really don't know. Something felt off about the situation. A memory flashed before my mind. I remember falling, and some figures standing on top of a cliff watching me fall. I remember the hit and then black. Did I die? Is this heaven? I had so many questions but no answers. My ribs hurt a bit as well as my back, but I thought they would hurt more than they did. How did I heal so fast? Once again a question but no answer. I growled and slowly walked over to the door that leads out of the room. I opened the door and peaked out into a hallway. It was a rather short hallway with white walls and lit up by candles. I walked out into the hallway and closed the door behind me. I felt a cold breeze and shuttered. I started walking down the hallway and was rather confused that there were no doors at the sides. I came to the end of the hallway and was met with a large room. The walls were red and decorated with golden flames printed on them. A large chandelier hung from the ceiling and lit up the room. There were a few bookshelves standing by the walls next to me. A dining table stood in front of me, and chars standing by it. The table was a mixture of white and dark brown wood and the chairs were just white. On the other side of the table, there was a couch as well as two armchairs. They stood in front of a large tv that was hanging on the wall over a fireplace. A fire was burning in the fireplace and for some reason, I felt drawn to the fire. I walked around the table and towards the fire. I bent down in front of it and held out my hand towards it. The heat felt nice. A spark flew onto my hand and I was ready for the pain, but it didn't come. I stared at the small bit of fire on my hand and wondered why it didn't burn me. Another memory came to my mind. I remember staring at my own hand while it was burning but I didn't feel any pain. Why were these memories coming to me? And where am I? "You should have told me you were awake." I jumped and fell to my but. I turned my head to a doorway to my right. I saw a man in about the age of thirty standing in the doorway. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie. He had dark brown hair and red eyes. I noticed a scar over his right eye and left cheek. "W-Who are you?" My voice was shaky both because I haven't spoken in a while and because this man scared me a little. He smiled and walked towards me. I backed away a little but he still came up to me. He held out a hand to help me stand up. I hesitated for a bit, but took it and stood up. He let go of my hand and smiled at me. I felt like I should smile back but I still didn't trust this man. "I ask again, who are you?" "My name is Mark." I studied his voice. It was deep and raspy buy it still gave me a nice trusty feeling. "N-Nice to meet you, Mark. My name is-" I cut myself off. I don't remember my name. "You don't remember, do you?" I shook my head, "No, I don't remember much at all." "Well, what do you want me to call you until you remember." I thought over names, and some came up in my head and felt special to me. Cole, Zane, Jay, Nya, Wu, Lloyd. The names seemed familiar and nice. Especially two of them. Nya and Lloyd. But Nya was a girls name. I was just about to say the name I wanted him to call me when a memory struck my head like lightning. It was someone shouting a name, "KAI!!" Kai? Kai. The name seemed ever more familiar than the other names did. Was that my name, Kai? It had to be. "I-I think I remember my name...." "Then want is your name?" I thought about it, I didn't know this man. Why should I tell him my real name? "My name is Mason." He smirked at me, but not a playful smirk. He probably didn't know I saw it, but that was an evil smirk. "Well then, nice to meet you, Mason."