Trapped (On Hold)

Amnesia

Who am I? Where is my family? Where are my friends? Why arent I with then or with anyone I know? Most importantly, why am I here?
   So many questions were running through my head and I, sadly, don't have the answers to any of them. It's so frustrating not knowing anything about yourself except that you're alive. I seem to have a serious case of amnesia.

   The only way I can remember things about myself is through my dreams.  Every once in a while, I dream of something that actually turns out to be a past event in my life. Through my dreams I gain some memory of my life. For instance, I learned that my name is Mia from that dream I had about my birthday and another dream I recently had about a girl named Amy and myself. Apparently Amy is my best friend, which I am thankful to know that I even have friends. My dreams are really just my memories coming back to me. The only downside to this is that I can't control when I do or don't have these moments so I just have to wait till they show up so I can learn more.

   For now, I'm stuck in this basement until someone gets me out. I want to leave and go home to my family and friends, except I just don't know who they are at this point. I cant remember my phone number, address, what state I live in, I can't even remember my mom or dad. It doesn't make sense to try and contact them until I actually have a clue of what I'm doing. Plus, how the heck can I escape when I don't know where I am? This place is in the middle of nowhere, literally. No one will hear me screaming for help and even if they did they wouldn't know how to help me if I couldn't remember anything about myself. My only plan right now is to hold out on the escape plan till I get more of my memory back.

   It's been three days since I woke up in this basement. So far, the only person I know who lives here is Ryan. He lives here by himself from what I can tell. Did I mention how much that dude creeps me out?  Ryan seems to know quite a bit about me, way too much if you ask me. It really scares me because I get a weird feeling that we were never friends to begin with. He is one of those guys who is really good looking, too good looking to believe. And whenever he comes to check on me he looks at me as if I'm a piece of meat. Sometimes I want to just kick in his prized jewels, but I am in no position to piss him off considering he's still got me chained and cuffed in this basement. For all I know, he might be a serial killer with a bad temper and decide to kill me when I do. That guy gives off a really bad vibe. I have a feeling there is something not right about him. He is way too sketchy. And as for trying to make me believe we are friends, I don't believe it one bit. I have a temporary case of amnesia, not a permanent case of stupidity. I just hope I can get out here before he decides to go threw with his so called "plans" that he is so enthusiastic about. I don't even want to think about what he wants from me.

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OK so I have another new story I'm working on. It's actually a project I'm working on with 2 of my closest friends. It's a really good story so far, trust me my friends are better writers than I am. Anyways, the book is called I, robot. You can read it on LyricalBreeze's page. :)