Hi! This is a new story I have, and I was going to wait a little while longer to publish it, but I really wanted to get this out there. It's going to be different than from what I've usually written, so I'll see how this turns out. If you've read a few of my other stories, then you might know of the poll that I put up and this is what I've decided to write, plus it's combined with Remember so, I still included some of that idea in here. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Ally

Opening my eyes, I see only pitch black darkness. I see nothing, hear nothing, and feel nothing. At first, I think I'm asleep, trapped in a boring dream waiting to wake up from it. But I know I'm not dreaming; I'm wide awake. Sitting up, I don't have the slightest idea of where I am. Where the heck am I?

In the distance, a faint white ball of light appears and slowly comes in my direction over my head. I simply watch it move; not knowing what to do. As the light creeps closer, it gets brighter, and I make out a figure lying on the ground a few feet away from me.

There's a boy that is bruised in several places, and has stains of blood on his face and all over his clothes. A cut is marked on his arm, with a small scratch on his forehead. He has beach blonde hair and appears to be very tall. This guy looks to be about eighteen years old. His clothes would be stylish if they weren't torn up. He had a white V-neck shirt, a black leather jacket with ripped up skinny jeans, and a pair of black low cut converse shoes. I also notice a silver guitar pick attached to a chain around his neck, and something about it seemed vaguely familiar to me, but I just can't put my finger on it. Generally, the boy lying in front of me is actually kind of cute. My heart tugs at me and my mind says that I should know who he is, but I don't. I feel like I do, but I honestly don't have a clue.

Gently, I lay my fingers on his neck to check his pulse to see if he's alive. Luckily, he is. I wouldn't exactly know what to do with a dead body. I'm tempted to actually wake him up to help me figure out where we are, but I decide to leave him at peace for now.

Looking around, I still see nothing except for the light above us that has gradually gotten brighter. I'm able to make out more detail of the boy and see a few injuries on myself as well.

Just on my arms, there are blood stains and some cuts. I touch my face and feel some dried blood on my forehead. Moving my hand towards my head, I notice a small bump, and I discover that I probably hit my head on something. My clothes are torn up as well. The blue skinny jeans I have on now have jagged edges along the ends. I only have one shoe flat on and my green crop top is coming apart too.

This is scaring me though. It's not the fact that I'm covered in dried blood, scratches, cuts, and bruises with ripped up clothes. It's not the fact that I'm surrounded by total darkness. It's not the fact that there's some ball of white light above me. It's not the fact that there is some guy in front of me physically damaged as much as I am. It's not the fact that I have no idea where I am and don't know what to do. It's the fact that I have absolutely no idea who I am, and that I can't remember anything about my life.

I try to remember something maybe about this place, the light above me, or even the boy himself. Maybe he might know who I am, and then I can go from there. Maybe I can find out what happened to the two of us, where we are, and how we can get home. Well, there's another problem; I don't know where or what home is. My mind is blank, no memories of doing anything at all. I can't even remember what I look like. I do know for sure that I have curly brown hair with blonde highlights. Other than that, the rest is a total mystery. There are so many questions to be asked, and many answers to be found.

I figure that I will need the boy to help me out, or rather, the both of us. We're going to need each other in order to…survive? Is that the right word? Survive? I can't come up with the right word to fit our current situation, so that's the best I got.

I realize that I shouldn't waste any more time and should wake the blonde guy up. He's had enough sleep for now. Plus, it's not like I have anything better to do. But, before I can even touch his shoulders to shake them, his eyes flutter open. He sees me with his hazel eyes and we just stare at each other face to face, eye to eye.

For some weird, but good reason, I know that there is something about him. There's something that I don't remember. There's something I need, want, and feel from him. But, I don't know what it is. I really hope this amnesia wears off soon so that I can figure all this out.

At least, I know one thing though. The boy I'm staring down on the ground at is someone I know I have met before, and he is somehow special to me. I just don't know how yet.

I apologize for how short the chapter is, but it's more like an introduction. There's going to be another introduction part to this, so that'll be coming up soon. Tell me what you think! Good? Bad? Suggestions?

Reviews are appreciated!