I pulled my eyes open to see a very blurry sky above me. 'Where the heck am I?'

I tried to sit up and was greeted by immense pain in my head. "Ahh!" I let out a small cry of pain and my hands flew to my head in a useless attempt to dull the pain.

My vision was plenty clear by this point, now it was just the pain bothering me. Now that I knew I was on a beach my attention turned to what I was in and I panicked for a moment before calming down as I didn't see any visible injuries on myself. But I was covered in deep crimson blood and my hands had some on them as well.

Carefully I got up unsteadily to my feet and nearly tumbled over back onto my butt.

"ooh." I let out a small breath, almost feeling out of breath just from getting up. 'I am not weak! Why did I feel like crap anyways? How did I get here? Crap.' I stopped in my tracks. 'I don't even know my own freaking name. This is so not good.'

'Well, no use moping around trying to figure it out. I can at least get some clothes or something.' I decided to kick it in gear and get my butt moving. After what seemed like hours I stumbled upon a nice older couple outside of their beach home. They looked friendly, and like the kind of people who would help me if I asked.

I suddenly felt shy, I didn't even know who I was. Why would they believe me when I'm covered in blood?

"Um, hello?" I called up to them. It wasn't that far only a short walk to the patio.

"Oh dear!" The woman's hand flew up to her chest in surprise, "What on earth happened to your darling? Are you hurt?" Quickly she'd made her way to me and began to look over anywhere that was visible.

"I don't think so. Can you please help me?" I ask timidly.

"Oh of course dear, please come inside. We will have to wait to get you cleaned up however. We will need to have you tell the cops everything you remember. Alright dearie?" She seemed so sincere I couldn't say no, besides who knew how long it'd be before I found someone else to help me?

"Okay." I nodded and followed her into the house. Her husband had already laid some towels down on the couch so it wouldn't get messed up when I sat down. We waited quietly for about ten or fifteen minutes for cops and an ambulance to come to see me. When they finally arrived the nurses looked me over and found that I had no injuries but when they and the cops began asking questions they found out about my little memory issue and said I had some kind of memory loss. But they were able to identify me and tell me at least one important detail. My name.

"We'll both be stopping by for a follow up soon, okay Danielle?"

"Okay." I whispered, at least somewhat content that I now at least had a first name. For some reason they didn't have a last name in their systems. They did tell me they didn't think I had any family left, but they would tell me if they found anything else.

"Danielle?" the woman whose name I now knew was Caroline sat next to me, "Would you like to stay here? With us? We don't have any children, we've always wanted them but was never able to. This might be a sign, that you are meant to stay with us."

Caroline was so nice to me so far, and she is the first memory I have of a person right now.

"Thank you Miss Caroline. I would really like that." I may not know who I was, but at least I now have a place to stay and a possible family.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up." she smiled at me before leading me to the bathroom upstairs. "These might fit you." she says as she pulls some close from the hall closet, "These were mine when I was younger." she says like she was reminiscing slightly.

"When you're ready, just come downstairs. I'll show you around then." She gave me a slight nod before exiting the spacious bathroom.

After I was showered and dressed, finally feeling clean, I went down to find Miss Caroline and she showed me to their spare room.

After she left me alone I quickly got comfortable in the bed, and spent the better part of the night staring at the ceiling. Wondering about my life, what had it been, and what would it be now?