I Can't Remember...

Chapter 1: Waking Up...

        My eyes flutter open as I wake up. My vision at first is fuzzy, but within seconds it begins to focus. I'm in a small metal room with a glass panel covering the right wall and a door across from me. I'm on a cold metal slab, but my body heat starts to warm it up. So many thoughts swarm my head, but yet my mind feels empty at the same time... I have to say, the first thing I saw was a mid-aged man in a lab coat holding a clipboard, but it seems my eyes claim everything else but him.

        "It seems you're awake." He says simply, pushing up his glasses that were sliding down his nose. "Are you able to speak?" He asks.

        "I, well I think so..." I say, but my voice feels weak. The words feel weird against my mouth, a wonderful feeling.

        "Good, do you want to try to stand up?" He asks. He stretches out his hand and I grab it. His green eyes observe every movement I do. I place my bare feet on the hard, cold, metal floor. Some people would sudder at the coldness, but it feels great, like it's a new place that people haven't explored. As I try to think of how I got here, or who I am, nothing comes to mind... Why can't I remember? Why does nothing come to memory? I start to get nervous, knowing I have no clue of anything happening around me,

        "Where am I?" I ask as I slide off the slab and attempt to stand, a little wobbly. He gently places his hand on my back for support, but I don't want this guy lying a hand on me as long as I have no correlation of who I am and why I am here.

        "All answers will be said in good time, just not now." He says. I look up at him and scowl. I quickly shrug off his hand. I take a few steps, but for some reason I get tired quickly and walk back to the slab. Many questions then go buzzing through my head. Who am I? Why am I here? Where is here? Why is this guy being so secretive?

        "Who am I, sir?" I ask, hoping he can relieve the buzzing in my head.

        "Your name is Alex, don't you remember?" He asks, but I see no concern in his eyes. He doesn't seem to be someone I'd like to trust.

        "No, why? I know I should remember, but why can't I?" I ask, half pleading for him to give me more answers than just my name, if that really is my name...

        He starts writing in his clipboard, and I start to get even more curious.

        "What are you writing?" I ask.

        "Nothing important." He dismisses my question without even giving me a second look.

        "What am I doing here?"

        "You were in an accident." He says the words so plainly, not even looking me in the eyes.

        "What kind of accident?" I ask, hoping if I press on, he'll tell me more about my forgotten past.

        "You got a serious injury to your head and have been in a coma ever since. Don't worry, it's only been about two-three months." He says, tapping his chin with his pen.

        "How did this accident happen?" I ask, but the something taps on the glass wall from the other side.

        "All your questions will be answered soon, but for now, I must go." He says, and starts to walk away. I quickly put my hand out and it glides against his coat. I was about to ask what was on the other side of the glass, but he'd probably shrug off that question also.

        I stand up, and walk to the glass. I look at the window, as if I stare hard enough I could see what's going on in there, but all I see is the reflection of a girl, me. I put a hand up to my hair and the girl does the same. I have curly brown hair and blue eyes with a pinch of green by my pupils. I'm not tall, but i'm not short either, just a normal height, I guess. I'm also pretty skinny, but nothing serious.

        What am I really doing here, and do I have to keep my own secrets from them?