Why do I feel so tired? My body is so heavy and yet so weightless, is that even possible? It's like I am suspended in midair, yet so constricted. My senses are long gone, nothing makes sense anymore. Are my eyes open, or closed, for darkness surrounds me no matter my struggles. Smell does not exist in this place; there is nothing to smell and how can I even touch when I can not even move.
Better yet, who am I? Is that a question of importance, or does it even matter? Why should it matter if I, a nobody, have a name, when I do not have anybody to call me by it? I am alone in this void, dead or alive. Yes that is another question just waiting to be answered, am I alive or dead? Who can answer these questions, make me feel of some use, instead of floating hear taking up space.
Why do I deserve this fait, I can not remember? Did I steal, kidnap, kill? Did I harm another being, or am I just a monster, held captive for everyone's safety? Am I just to not meant for the world, do the people all hate me?
Who are my parents? Do I even have parents, maybe I am a science experiment created by the military to protect the world and its people? Or did I fail and am thrown aside like garbage, kept in hear so no harm would come to everyone around me?
Why am I even worrying, it's not like I'm getting out of my prison anytime soon. All I know is the world does not care. I guess this is my fait, to be alone for eternity, to stay hidden from the world and pray for a savior…
Time passes and I am still confused, I have thought of a fitting name for myself after giving up on remembering my past. The Lost, it fits perfectly to my condition. I do not know who I was or where I am at, so The Lost is my only name.
Gradually, as time has passed, I have felt something, well not a something, more like another presents. Someone who I believe now shares my prison. It's hard to explain exactly, but I feel like that someone is apart of me in away, like apart of my soul, if I have one.
Since that other presents, I have slowly gained my memory back. It is so little compared to the outside world's knowledge, but still I treasure it all the same. My past is still lost, but things like language and places are coming back.
I can feel it trying to remember, but it seems it has, like me, lost its past. Then it feels are connection, like a foreagine object trying to probe its mind, and starts to panic. How can I calm it down enough to listen for one minute?
Thinking quickly I say a quick greeting hoping that it will distract him.
I don't know how long I waited for his reply for there is no sense of time here. Finally after what felt like eternity, he timidly asked who I was.
Not wanting to scare him I slowly say, a friend.
