CHAPTER 1
The room was quiet -too quiet for me. A million questions filled my mind. What day was it? What time was it? Why was I sitting in the hospital? I looked towards the clock, the only thing that made a noise. A tick, tick, tick and, another. The main question I should be asking was, who am I?
I crawled out of bed, only to be restrained by the cords covering my body. I fell to the floor, and the room filled with a consistent beeeeeppppp. The sound itself drew a dozen people in the room. I closed my eyes, and they carried me to the bed again.
I woke up towards the afternoon, the sun burning me as I lie helplessly on the bed. The blinds made a straight line on my eyes, telling me to turn to the other side. I was suprised to see someone sleeping on the edge of the bed.Who was this? Female or male? I couldn't tell under the black hoodie.
The next day, I was alone again. The blinds were closed, and the room was a vast desert of tile. I struggled to find something. Anything, that would make me remember. I looked on the table to see a paper that read,
Name: Christine Akana.
The rest was torn, like someone tried to hide my identity. Suddenly, a person entered the room, and I quickly closed my eyes. "I know you're awake!" The girl said. I opened my eyes to see her close enough to feel her breathe. It all came back. The murder, the woman, the person with the grey hoodie. She was going to kill me.
