Blank Space

They call me Jane. Jane Doe.

I don't know how long I've been here. Weeks. Days. Hours. Minutes. Seconds. It's hard to keep track of the time. It's hard for me to keep track of anything, apparently.

I spend my days crying over my lost memories, and trying to recall them. I don't know who I am. Who my parents are. Who my friends are. Where I come from. How old I am.

I can't answer anyone's questions. I can't remember anything.

All I know are these four walls and the doctors and nurses that care for me. And the boy outside the window.

They say he's been here since day one. He waits for me, refusing food. I don't even know who he is.

He wants to come in and see me, but the doctor says my grasp on reality is "too fragile, as it is."

I stifle a smile as he leans his head back against the glass panel and snores. Who could he be? My friend? My brother?

Just the thought of it makes me cry. How could I forget him? How could I forget them all?

I lean back in the hospital bed and allow myself to sob. Why did this happen? Why did I forget?

As I look up at the ceiling, I try to find my lost memories, but it feels as if my mind is completely empty. Like I have nothing there but cobwebs. All I have is this huge blank space in my brain.

So what would fill it again?

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