Chapter 1
I woke up, unaware to where I was or who was around me. Hoping for something to trigger my memory, I glanced around the room. Next to me sat a boy of my age, or maybe slightly older, who sat upright whilst listening to some music with his eyes tightly shut. Across from me was a lady attending to a little girls arm while her mother paced around frantically, taking deep breaths in the attempt of trying to calm herself down. My eyes turned their attention to the needle attached to a small plastic bag that was sticking out of my arm. Nobody was paying attention to me or my condition. As soon as that thought passed through my mind, a man dressed in blue overalls came over to me. He queeried my name and age to which I instinctively replied to with " Rosie Lonesdale, age 13." His face loosened and he seemed satisfied however he then informed me that I was in need of rest and before I could say anything in objection I felt a sharp sting in my arm. And then it was black.
During my sleep I thought only of one thing which was of the boy next to me, who seemed no where near as perplexed as I. He, I decided, I needed to talk to as he seemed more at home with this place than I. Whilst I was asleep I caught little snippets of converation such as: "Terminal", "Scan", "amnesia" and "no relations". I wondered for a minute who they where talking to when I heard another, closer voice and then I knew. "So I just have to try and explain this place to her and try and keep her undercontrol, right?" The deeper voice questioned which was answered with "Yes, try not to mention her family or her condition, try to keep the focus on yourself or the surroundings. To which the boy replied in anger "Great, not only to you want me to do your dirty work for you but you expect me to talk about my horrible state or this dank place!" After that I heard footsteps getting quieter and I awoke. I knew exactly who I had to talk to first.
