Who Killed Me?

Who are you

I did not know where I was. I did not even know who I was . Everything was a mess . I stood up till I realised that I was in a hospital. Everyone was staring at me as if I was some kind of ghost. I did not know who they were so I started screaming. I was terrified when I saw what I looked like. I was covered in bruises and bandages . Half of my face was burnt ,but not like any burn from fire. It looked like some kind of chemical burn. Then the doctor came in and asked
"Do you know your name? "
I felt kinda safe so I shaked my head as if I was shouting NO. The doctor told me my name was ELIZABETH. What a nice name I thought but I still could not understand why I was in a hospital covered in bandages with a burnt face. So I asked the doctor
" WHY AM I HERE ,WHO BROUGHT ME HERE , HOW DID I BECOME LIKE THIS"
the doctor replied as if it was something he was expecting me to ask he said
" I know you are wondering why you are here but believe me time will solve everything"
then he handed me a zip lock bag full of bullets ,IDs ,and guns . I was scared to death but then I realised that it was written ELIZABETH on top. That is when I knew those belonged to me . But why ? Why would i carry guns and bullets with a lot of IDs? Right about the time I was in my wonderland the doctor explained
" These belong to you . And I think it will help you regain your memory."
What ? Memory? Regain? Does it mean I have amnesia.
Okay. So as I was saying I do really have amnesia . But I still do not know why I have it. Then the police men came in. They told me there was nothing to worry about and if I rested for a while I would be back in my position in the office. But I did not know where I worked or where the office was . All I knew was that my job incorporated multiple personalities and guns. Shyly I asked them
" would you mind telling me what my job actually is?"
The reply got me shook. I was a detective. Which meant in my brain somewhere i could have the brightness to solve the mystery of my murder attempt .
3 MONTHS LATER
I had already recovered from the bruises and I started working again in the office. I asked the staff if I could have access to my phone calls and text so that maybe I could find a clue about the person who did this to me 3 months ago.
She told me that I can fid them on the top shelf of room 17 3rd column.
" Okay "
I said. Then I found this huge box written my name on it so I decided to go check in it . It turns out I could have used a lot of those in this case of mine but I just did not know yet that they were useful. So I put the box to the place I got it. Well I was really determined to find who would want to kill me. Because like the doctors had told me that if I was late to the hospital, I would have been dead. Since I am not dead this means one thing , I HAVE TO FIND THE PERSON WHO BROUGHT ME TO THE HOSPITAL. Well it was not easy to find someone that interacted with you three months ago. But after some research I found out that he found me lying beside the trash can in the IVY STREET. I continued my search in the Ivy St. But every time I went there I would always want to enter this house that looks like it is haunted. So I asked the people in that neighbourhood to let me in but all they said was that no one lived there and they do not see any harm in that house. Which totally made sense in me that that house actually had someone living in it and the people just do not know about it also that it might be harmful.....