If I reminisce

Prologue:

The simplest of questions boggled my mind.

What year is it?

How old are you?

Where are you?

What's your name?

I couldn't tell you what year is it, I can't remember how old I am, the place I'm isn't familiar in the least and I don't know who I am. Isn't that sad? As my eyes fluttered open, bitten by the dim lights, I was like a baby. I was an empty vessel, able to take in anything and everything because all my storage was lost. All my files had been deleted and the motherboard was on the fritz. I had been discarded, forgotten, and I couldn't remember. It was as simple as that.

I was alone in a box-like confinement, a glass wall to my right and a curtain to my left. Everything was a sickly off-white, from the painted walls to the sheets that covered my body. I watched as people walked past that window, all dressed alike, and none paying attention to me as I began to sit up. A rush of blood flowed to my head and my vision became hazy. I had to lie back down again. After a minute of stillness, I decided to give it another go, and this time, someone saw me. A nurse that walked past the window had noticed me, her jaw dropped and she ran into my room.

"You're awake!" She exclaimed excitedly. A very observant nurse, too, no wonder they hired her. "Lie back down - I'll go get the doctor." And she left as quickly as she came. Blinking, I began to stretch my arms, pulling them in front of my body, attempting to touch my toes still hidden under the sheet. After a minute or two, that same nurse reappeared with a male doctor at her heel. A smile poked from underneath his mustache.

"Look who finally decided to wake up," he said as he rolled a chair over towards my bed and took a seat. A chill slid up my spine as an ice-cold stethoscope pressed against my bare back. He nodded and pondered for a moment as the ice cube wondered all over my back. I shuddered every time it moved, but he didn't seem to be paying attention. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel fine," I stated, shocked at the sound of my voice. I had never heard such a voice before. The doctor looked at me and gave a puzzled look to the nurse. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little flashlight and pointed it to my vulnerable eyes.

"Can you tell me what day it is?" He asked. Simple question, of course, but I was mute. "What year is it?" Upon hearing nothing but my whimpering from the bright light at my pupils, a worried look masked his face and he sat back. "Do you know where you are?"

Aw, that's an easy one, I thought as I began to look around. "A hospital, I think," I said with deep uncertainty, and he nodded though I could tell he wasn't satisfied. I wouldn't have been either, any moron with half a brain could have told you I was in a hospital, though it did take me a couple minutes. He stood up from the chair and spoke to the nurse in a hushed voice so I was unable to make out their words. People shouldn't do that, it's rude. What did I care though, I just wanted to know what the hell was going on!

"Can you tell me your name?" He asked, turning back around to look at me. I gave him a sympathetic look and shrugged my shoulders.

"You got me," I claimed, raising my eyebrows. The doctor began to rub his chin before he excused himself and left the room. I just watched him leave, not a concern in my mind as the nurse looked at me. I figured this was normal, right? I could have guessed a name, like Bill or Joe. I had a good chance considering how common those names are. Why could I remember stupid things like that and not my own name!

"Are you hungry?" She asked me almost nervously as she began to wring her hands. I shook my head. Why was she nervous?

"No, but can I use the bathroom?" I asked and she laughed and said of course. She somewhat hit herself on the forehead as she helped me from the bed. I stepped down onto shaky legs and would have stumbled forward if not for her support. She was a strong little girl. She helped me into the bathroom, but gave me some privacy and pulled the door so it was open only a crack.

What was going on here? I was so clueless. I hate being clueless. You'd think someone would be kind enough to inform me as to what the hell was going on. I wasn't really worried, I was in a hospital after all, someone would take care of me. Why was I there, though? I scanned my brain, trying to remember something, but the only thing I remembered was the hospital room and the only faces I could see were the nurses' and the doctors'. Was my life that sad that those people were the only ones I knew?

I was becoming frustrated. But, first thing's first. I went over to the toilet and emptied my bladder. I must have lost a pound and a half and I felt so relieved. I walked over to the little sink and proceeded to wash my hands. The feeling of water on my skin wasn't new to me, but as I looked up in the mirror. . .

My breath was caught in my throat. Not even drying my hands, my brought a finger to my mouth, tracing my lips with my index finger. A trickle of water slid down to my chin and disappeared from the mirror's view. Eyes stared back at me, chilling eyes cutting right through me. I had never seen such eyes before, but that's impossible, right? I let out a shaky breath as I dropped my head down - I had never seen that man before. I had never seen that man before in the mirror, staring right back to me.

A/N: The prologue's short and kind of corny, I know, but give it a chance, will you? Good stuff I see for this story, so please, please review and tell me what you think. If you have some CONSTRCTIVE criticism, go ahead and review, but if you don't like it, just go away. If you liked it, however, lemme know! I love feedback!