The Lost

My name.....

I wake up to the odd sound of beeping. Not like an alarm clock. No this was different. I look around the the room seeing the clean and plane white walls with a small tv hanging from the ceiling. As my eyes continued around the room.

I notice the IV in my arm. I'm hooked up to a heart monitor. It goes a bit faster as I become more nervous. I try setting up but a pain rushes over me. I wince in pain.

That's when I look at the cover. I lift them up and discover a horror far beyond my own preparation. My legs were gone. I let out a scream. A doctor runs into the room.

I started speaking incoherent sentences. And the doctor kept trying to calm me down. I couldn't help but cry. I touched where my legs were supposed to be. I looked at the doctor. At this point she had grabbed me by my shoulders. "Please calm down ma'am. Can you please tell me your name?" "....my name.... I don't remember it. Do you know what it is?"

She pulled up a clip board from the end of my bed. "I'm sorry but we have no idea who you are. You were found on the road. Unfortunately we couldn't save your legs. They were completely crushed and hanging on by a thread." Even though I could hear every word she was saying but I didn't comprehend them and I felt as if I were getting further away.

Her voice became a distant echo, replaced by an ungodly ringing. Numbness washed over me. It was almost like I was falling without an end. I couldn't speak or think. All I could do was stare at what should have been my legs.

Who am I? Why doesn't the hospital know me? Where is my family? Do I even have one? What's going to happen to me know. Why was I left on the road?

The questions flooded my mind and I couldn't answer any of them. The doctor said that they searched through files to find my medical records but they found nothing. It was like I didn't even exist. They put up pictures of me all over the internet and around the town. The only calls they got about me were asking if anyone had come forward and to donate money to help me in any way.

Apparently I was in a coma for three days. In that time they did all of those things. "We understand this is a very hard time for you but I would like to know if you want to start looking for prosthetics and begin physical theropy?" she paused. "This might be a bit hard but we would like you to give us something to call you."

"I really don't know. I don't know if I can name myself. But I do want to start looking for prosthetics." "that's fine."

After she left I just stared at the roof above me. My emotions were to complicated to pinpoint. They were all over the place. The tv played in the backround while I try to think.

I feel a phantom pain in the area of where my legs should have been. I don't know how to describe it any other way but a distant hurt. I almost felt completely numb. Who ever I am is something I might never know.

I changed the channel just to focus on something else. After flipping through I find someone singing on a talent show. I knew it was just a cover from the original but the song was oddly familiar. I think I knew the song. The lyrics were strange as if I could sing along.

It was a lot like deja vu. At the bottom of the screen I could see her name. Alison  Adams. That song was the only familiarity I had so I decided to call myself Alison. It didn't fit perfectly. I knew that wasn't really my name but in a way it felt better than no name at all.

All of a sudden A doctor pops his head in. "There's a group of people here to see you. Is it ok for them to come in?" thinking it might be my family coming for me I nod

They enter and I'm washed with a bleak feeling because I could tell that they weren't my family. They announced themselves as members of a church that ran fund raisers for me. They said they pay my medical bills. Then they gave me a backpack of snack foods. I thank them and give each a hug. Then a tall brown haired girl gives me a phone. "You can search the internet for your family or any familiar faces. I hope it helps." "thank you so much. This all really helps."

The girl had a huge smile across her face and gave me another hug before leaving. Joy filled me as I'm one step closer to the people I might have lost. Happy tears run down my face. I turn on the phone and download several social media apps. Snap Shot, Blue bird, and more. While they download I still feel so excited. Maybe I could find the place where I belong.