Beginning
Her eyes blinked open. She looked around. Why did everything seem so strange to her? She knew these objects, but could not remember them. Someone was staring down on her with desperation. She sat up.
"What happened?" she asked him. This question seemed the least of her problems. How about: "Who am I? Who are you? Where the heck are we?!" A dull, painful look crossed his face.
"So you don't remember?" he quietly whispered. It was not a question. She glanced away. She was lying on grass. Above her was the sky. These things she knew. But, what was her favorite color? Where is her family? She glanced back. He was leaning on his side, staring in the distance. He looked back at her. His short silver hair flowed down the back of his neck and the sun reflected in his bright eyes.
"You still haven't answered my question," she said.
He shrugged. "What's the point of knowing?" She gave him a questioning look. He sighed. "Nothing will change the past. That memory is gone. Even if I told you, it would mean nothing; it would be nothing." Anger boiled inside her.
"What do you mean?" she furiously replied. "The past means everything! I'm nothing without my past! Without my past, I have no memory! Without my past, I have no name!" In a small voice he whispered,
"What if the past is something you wish you never had?" There was a hollow silence. He sat up and continued, "The past is over. Now you should look to the future. You can make your own name, your own life; start over." His hands were clenched and his eyes glimmered with anticipation. This new change in spirit surprised her. He said something she missed.
"What?"
"What will be your new name?" he repeated. She thought about it and one name stuck out in her mind.
"Melanie." His eyes widened, and then slowly cast down. He got up. "Wait!" she called. "What's your name?" he paused and whispered,
"You'll never need to know." He vanished, leaving her alone.