Author's Notes: I am pleased to present my newest creation! Te presento Forgotten Memories! I am open to suggestions as to how the story should go. So please! Feel free to PM me or send a review! I'll respond as soon as I can. It may start a little slow in the first couple chapters, but please bear with me, it will pick up. You always gotta get past those descriptions and backgrounds and such. On to the story!

Forgotten Memories

Chapter 1: What the fuck just happened?

I wake up groggily, a terrible headache pounding through my head. Looking around, it takes me a few moments to realize where I am, blonde hair falling into my face as I turn my head. The taste of copper lingers in my mouth as my long curly hair, now blood caked, hangs above me. I quickly begin to panic and struggle to free myself from my overturned car.

I manage to find the release button on my seat belt, relief flooding through me as I push the button and the click signals my freedom. Relief is quickly replaced by pain as I hit my head falling down, the pounding tripling.

I groan in pain, my vision dimming and my stomach quickly becoming uneasy. I slide on my back, shards of glass cutting into me but none of that pain is equal to the headache resounding in my head. I fight the urge to throw up as I turn over and crawl through the shattered window.

I sit up and lean against the car door, catching my breath. 'Ungh... I hurt.' I think as I look around the deserted and foggy road.

"How did I even get here?" I think aloud, struggling to remember the details of the previous day. I can't remember anything prior to waking up in the car. I know it's mine, that much is certain, but how I obtained it or why I'm here is a mystery to me. 'Maybe the car will tell me something.' I think as I shift onto my knees and peer through the broken window I just came through.

I lean back inside and open the console to find a few CDs and a couple packs of gum. I then open the glove compartment to find a plate, bowl, cup, a strange utensil that looks like a combination of a fork, spoon, and knife, and a small bottle of hand sanitizer. Glancing around the car I notice a backpack on the overturned roof and pull the keys from the ignition.

After crawling back out of the car, I rest against the side of the car once again. I look over my findings, giving them an approving nod before opening the backpack.

Inside, I find a change of clothes, red nail polish, a full water bottle, a rather large bottle of vodka, matches, survival knife, a notepad and pencil, a long dead phone and phone charger, wallet, a few cans of soup, a few books, perfume, tampons, first aid kit, and more gum. I pull out a piece of mint gum and the first aid kit before putting the rest of my findings inside the backpack.

I place the piece of gum in my mouth, savoring the mint flavor and grateful that it's rid me of the copper taste that had plagued my tongue. I open the first aid kit and am shocked to see not only the normal contents but a mirror of all things as well. I immediately realize what the mirror is for. In case of something like a car crash, I can see the wounds on my face and other areas without the need for another person. It also works great for signaling someone as well. I look at my reflection and stare into my own, confused, blue-green eyes. After a moment I break my gaze and get to work on cleaning various cuts and removing glass from my body, grateful for the mirror and glad for my previous self's foresight.

Afterwards, I pull out the wallet and look at the contents. Two grand in nineteen hundreds and five twenties. I pull out the one of two cards in the wallet, a bank card with the pin written in sharpie on the back before replacing it. I then pull out the only other card, my drivers license. I know it's mine because the same smiling face on it is what I saw in the mirror. The name reads 'Adonia Ahriman' and my apparent age is nineteen. "At least now I know my own name.." I say to myself.

I change my clothes into the second set that was in the backpack. A beautiful red top, denim skirt, sweatshirt, and knee high boots. A definite contrast to the shredded clothes I wore before.

Seeing no use for the torn clothes, I toss them into the car before packing everything else into my backpack, except for the keys. I hold the keys in my hand as I swing the backpack over my shoulder and slip my other arm through the strap.

I walk around the the back of the car, instantly grateful the car leans on the hood and not the trunk. I open the trunk to find...

A spare tire.

"Great... Not much use for that." I complain aloud before walking in the direction the car's hood is pointed. 'I appear to have been heading somewhere so I might as well go there.' I think to myself.