It was strange, not knowing who you were. Just lying there, no memory. It felt peaceful, but it wasn't entirely. Being without memories made me want to move around, to get up, and to create new ones. The only thing I know, is that I am injured. Terribly so. My body was so broken, it's a wonder that I'm not already dead. My chest had a hole in it, very close to my heart. It surprises me that my lungs are still intact. Aren't I supposed to be dead?
Ah my memories are returning. The flash of green eyes. Black hair. Who is that? Orange hair, brown eyes. Why can't I remember names? Aren't they important? Where am I? Who am I? I ask myself this question, even as I lay here. Practically dead to this world. Wait. My heart, there is no sound. Am I dead? Why aren't I breathing? Aren't living people supposed to be breathing? Don't they need a heartbeat to survive?
I'm aware of the fact that I should be dead. But why am I alive. Oh, more memories. A mirror. My reflection. Red eyes, silver hair. Oh, are those fangs? What am I called? A hollow? A zanpakuto? A shinigami? A demon? The last seems more likely. My face is heart-shaped. But when I was alive I didn't look like that. When I was alive? I must really be dead. My heart hurts. But why is it in pain when I'm dead? Am I missing a part of me? My name…. my name is… my name is Amida.
A brand new story. Again. I seriously need to focus on the stories I haven't finished.