Who Am I?: A Dance Moms Fanfic

Chapter 1

Maddie's POV:
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Where am I?
A laboratory? No, a doctor's office.
Or maybe a hospital.
I see tilt my head slightly to the side, as if I could see things differently if I did so. But I all saw was the same: machines. I looked down at my body. In my left forearm was an IV. I presumed it was getting water into my body, mainly because the liquid was clear. In that certain area, though, my arm was slightly chilled.
I scanned my eyes up and down that arm. Bruises and scars covered it from end to end. A few bandages were placed on it as well. I moved to my right arm. This one had more bandages and a tube taped onto it. The tube wasn't actually leading to anything, but it seemed to hold something in it.
I then looked at my legs. I was wearing jean shorts, about an inch above my knee. They were painted with blood.
My legs also had bruises, but not to many. I was wearing a pink and lacy tank top. It didn't actually have that many spots with blood.
Why am I here? Who am I?
I couldn't stop running these questions through my mind. I couldn't even recall my own name!
I looked around the room for clues.
I eventually found a whiteboard that read:
Patient: Madison Ziegler
Doctor: Dr. Sylton
Nurse: Dr. Werthon
Medications: not currently receiving any
Ok, so my name is Madison.
Madison.
Doesn't ring a bell.
I look to my right and see a remote. It has a box with "nurse" printed onto it. Without thinking too much, I pressed it.
"Hello! This is Doctor Wer- Madison! You're awake?"
At first, I couldn't push a single word out.
"Y-yes." I say.
"I'll be right there! Are you in any pain?"
"U-um no,"
"Okay. Be right there."
There was a quiet disconnecting sound.
Okay. Someone knows who I am.
With less than 2 minutes at least 5 doctors come running in, all with different expressions on their faces.
A few doctors whisper onto other's ears, but nothing I can make out.
One taller man walks up to me. He adjusts his thick-edged glasses so they're barely leaning over the bridge of his nose.
He stares at me for a while, examining everything about me. His dark brown eyes are glued to my eyes for the longest time, as if they were especially important.
"Madison," he said, in a deeper voice than I presumed. "How long have you been awake?"
"I-I'm not sure. Maybe 4 minutes?" I say, as more of a question than a statement.
He nods. Then looks back at a few other doctors.
He puts out his shaky hand for me to shake.
"Madison Ziegler-I thought you were dead! Everyone did! You're practically famous!"
It's takes me a minute to take that in. I can't tell if that's supposed to be comforting of terrifying. I don't actually shake his hand for a whole minute-probably.
"O-okay," I say, not knowing how to respond.
"I thought you were dead!" He repeats, still looking extremely confused.
"I know. You just said that. Any other news?"
I actually didn't even mean for that to come out.
"I'm s-sorry. Do you remember anything? Anything at all?" He asks, once again adjusting his glasses.
I scan through my mind for anything. But nothing comes up.
I now notice a small sign near the door, reading "ONLY doctors enter please."
"N-no," I say. "I don't-I can't."
He looks actually less confused now.
Then, he picks up a clipboard and labels the top "MNZ."
Those must be my initials. Well, I know Madison. N- Nina? Natasha? I don't know. And Z? That's even more bizarre.
"What's my name?" I ask.
"Madison," the doctor asks, writing more on the paper.
"Madison what? What are the N and Z?"
"You remember your initials?" He asks, a little too excitedly.
"N-no. It's just on your clipboard," I say, pointing to it.
He looks as if I told him his puppy just died.
"Oh," he said. "Well can you pl-"
I interrupt him.
"What's my name?" I ask again.
He pauses for a second, as if he forgot my name.
"Madison Ziegler."
"My middle name?"
"We can't find that information. Can you please answer these questions?"
I roll my eyes.
He takes me through a series of questions, all staring with "do you remember-"
All of the answers were no.
The doctors all leave in one group, all looking either happy or dissapointed.
"Wait-" one doctor says, mainly to herself. "What about that girl?"
They all whisper to her.
In a few minutes they bring in a girl. She looks about my age. Her eyes were bright blue-beautiful really. Her hair was a similar shade to mine, a nice brown.
Her eyes lit up when she saw me. "Maddie!"
So my nickname must be Maddie.
"Do you remember this girl? We think she might have been in the car crash with you, and she seems to as well."
I try to remember her.
Nothing.
"Maddie? Do you remember me?"
She says again, actually panting.
Kendall! That's Kendall! I know her!
"Kendall!" I yell to her.
Everyone in the room spreads a grin from ear to ear.
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