A mind numbing chill and a sharp pain, all of these things to tell her she's alive. A sickening twist that seems to have derived from the stomach. She's ill, this is one thing thing she does know. Her once dark brown hair, streaked with light strands of silver. Her pale skin, two shades even paler. The docters did all they could for her, but they could never find the source. Jacqueline Hertz- that's her name, or so they tell her.
"Jacqueline, we brought your medine." the kind nurse said with earnest vigor. Jacqueline on the other hand, only stared in awe. How could she have do much energy in such a lifeless place? How could she breathe in a place so suffocating, so depressing. "Right here, miss Ja-"
"I don't know who Jacqueline is, but it can't possibly be me! I read all of those journal entries, it doesn't sound like me!" pleading, she tries to get them to believe her. But as they always do, they say she'll remember. Although, she know she won't remember. Beacause after all, she wasn't Jacqueline. "I told you, I'm not Jacqurline! I can't be, this doesn't make any sense!" this time, no reply came her way. She just say in the endless silence, chilling
The nurses retreated, a blonde girl slowly entering the room. A smile making it's way on her face, while the sick girl stares. A bag in her left hand, a wrench in her right, the pierced blonde enters.
"So you're Ja-!"
"I'm not Jacqueline Hertz, I probably never was- and never will be!" the brunett snapped, turning away in angst. A frown replaced the blonde's smile, a worrying feeling deep in her gut.
"I'm sorry." she apologizes, eyes downcast,hands tightly gripping her luggage. "They told me you had amnesia, but you don't remember who you are? They'd dreadful." the I'll brunette states in shock, repulsed by the thought. 'Why won't she just believe me.' she would thing, sending sharp glares in the girl's direction. Which in return, causes the blonde to shift nervously. "Um- I'm here to... See about... You're missing leg!" the blonde replied stupidly, then said "I'm Winry, Winry Rockbell!" Winry chuckled nervously.
The brunette stared, jaded was her expression. A hand lingering under her chin, just staring. "Well, Winry, I'm NOT Jacqueline. Nice to meet you" she replies with a sarcastic bite, extending her hand with ease. "Oh, and there's nothing wrong with my leg, so you can leave now!" she added.
"Y- you're missing a le-" pulling back the blanket, an awe-struck look showing clearly on her face. "How is... They brought you back with one leg! Now you... Have..."
"Both of them? I never lost a leg, I don't know what you're talking about." the blonde sent back an incredolous look, gaining a glare in return. "I'm not Jacqueline, Winry. I don't know who Jacqueline was, I don't know who I am. But we're not that same person, Winry."
I know who I am. But I can't tell you that, I'm not human...