Abrupt Beginning

Chapter 1: Awakening

I could start to feel. I flinched each limb to make sure it was working. I tapped my face, what does my face look like? Who am I? Where am I?

I tried to sit up and felt this searing pain in my left leg. It was tingling and it seemed like it was going to fall off. I observed my surroundings, noticing nothing accept white walls and a wooden door. Am I in the hospital? Why am i here?

About twenty minutes later a nurse walked in and said "Welcome back." I didn't answer. "What's your name?"

"I'm-" I broke off. My mind was completely blank. I had no idea. I looked around the room to see if there was some indication of my name. Nothing. My eyes wondered to my bedside table. On it was a clipboard that classified me as "Amnesia patient not claimed. HANDLE WITH CARE".

"Don't worry, you don't have to know" she whispered, picking up the clipboard. She pulled the sheets off of the bed and examined my leg. It was in a cast from the beginning of my foot to my knee. She informed me that I had a broken leg, two broken ribs, a concussion, a horribly bruised back, and a giant gash down one side of the not broken leg. No wonder moving was impossible.

"Do I have parents? Have they come to visit?" I questioned. I can't remember, but I'm sure I have some. Most people do. "Well......you have had no visitors so far." She hesitated. "How are you feeling?" I had to know, I wasn't going to let her blow me off. "Feeling like I want to know the truth, what happened to me and why have I had no visitors!" I exclaimed with a knot the size of a ping pong ball swelling in my throat.

"All right, don't tell anyone I'm telling you this, understood?" I nodded. "Ok, a week and a half ago, the water police saw you jumping off the pennybacker bridge. They got you to the hospital just before you bled to death. Apparently you hit a rod iron rail on your way down. Since you have been here, no one has claimed you, and no one has come to visit. You have been diagnosed with amnesia, and after you are well you will be sent to live in the foster system."

It toke a minute for all this to sink in. Every detail hit me one at a time. I don't have anyone who cares about me. I tried to commit suicide. I'm going to live in the foster system. I have amnesia, and I will never find my previous family ever again, unless they want to be found.

Everyday for about three weeks, the nurse would come in and give me painkillers and I would ask the same question. "Anybody here to see me?" "None yet," she would answer. I like how she never lied or told not to give up, either way would still hurt.

Every once in a while the doctor would come visit in his scrubs and tell me some new great medical news. My ribs are healing fast, I'll be on crutches soon to get up and exercise. My gash is healing, will always be a scar though. Back is fully healed. Always improving. One day he says I will probably be released to my foster family in a week.

I don't want to go anywhere. I don't have an identity at all. Nothing to live by, no style, no feelings, no friends that I know of. Nothing. It's an emptiness that can't be explained. An emptiness that felt like it wasn't going to be fulfilled.