I wake up in a white room.
There are a few cards on the wall, saying things like "We miss you, Brinna" or "Get well soon". But other than that, everything is white and plain. White bed, white sheets, white paint on the wall, and when I look down at myself, lying in the bed, I notice I'm wearing a white gown.
I don't recognize myself. My long, wavy, brown hair is matted down and filthy and I look really skinny. Almost an unhealthy looking skinny.
I'm assuming something horrible has happened to me. It appears I'm in a bed inside of a hospital room, since there is a whole bunch of medical equipment around me.
But the part that scares me the most, is I don't remember what actually happened to me. I don't remember anything about myself or my life, and that terrifies me to no end.
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amnesia •l.h•
Fanfictionamnesia [am-nee-zhuh] noun 1. loss of a large block of interrelated memories; complete or partial loss of memory caused by brain injury, shock, etc.