Amargun

May 29th, 4019 (Eyana, 8 years old)

My head is spinning, and I don’t know why. I guess it just has to do with the fact I’m in
some place new. A place I don’t want to be at.
It also could be because it feels like a fell out of a tree. With flowers. Wait, was there
flowers? What is a tree again? I know they were nice. That is what I think. I really don’t
know for sure.
The ‘nurse’ people say that I’m in a ‘hospital’. I have no idea what a ‘hospital’ is, but I
guess I can trust them. They seem nice enough. They keep coming in and out of my
room with different kinds of liquids that they say will help me feel better. I don’t feel
any better. The only time I feel like I’m better is when I’m asleep. At least it doesn’t
taste disgusting. I really wish I had some berries right now. Just one would be nice.
The ‘nurses’ try to keep me awake as long as possible, for they say I was asleep for too
long in this thing called a ‘coma.’ What’s a ‘coma’? Also, what’s ‘Amnesia’? Whatever
these things are they must explain why I’m here. Alone. I have you though. At least
that is what I hope.
I want to say I remember what my home was like, or if I even had a home. I just know I
really miss my parents. It feels like I haven’t seen them in so long. It makes me
wonder if I am alone. What are ‘parents’ again? I wish I could remember what they
were. It feels like I need them. Why can’t I remember?
The ‘nurses’ are coming in. I have to put you away for now. I hope we get to talk to
each other again, for your my only friend and family for now diary. Good night diary.