What is your name?
You hardly even remember your own name. But they call you John, John Egbert when they visit you.
For almost three years now, you've been sitting on a white bed in a white room in white clothing. You can't remember how or when you got there, but this is all you've been able to seen for the past three years.
Yes.
You counted.
You hardly sleep, but when you do it's always filled with a vision of red and screams. Normally, they'd wake you up and they'd tell you "It's okay, John. Shhh, they're only nightmares." And yank your arm from under your chest and jam a needle into your wrist.
You can't remember who your mother or your father were. You barely even remember what you look like. When they brought in a mirror, you looked at your own reflection. He stared back at you, purple, almost black bruises formed under your eyes that still maintained such a crystalline colour.
Your hair was a mop of messy black hair and your skin was ghostly pale.
For a while, you thought no one but you and those that took care of you existed.
That was what you thought was the world until one day, they woke you up from another nightmare, but they didn't jam a needle into you. In fact, it wasn't even them. It was someone in a red shirt and black pants. His blond hair ruined the world of white, and you began kicking at him.
Who was this man? Who WAS he?
He lets go of you and you scramble back against the wall, shivering. You lick your lips and try to speak, although you haven't spoken in years. It all just comes out as a dry squeak.
The blond stranger pulls off his sunglasses, revealing red eyes. He holds out his hand, smiling softly.
"John.. it's me, Dave."
Dave? You don't know a Dave! You don't know anyone! You swallow harshly, the saliva in your mouth turning to ice in your throat as tears begin to spill from your eyes. You shake your head violently, and he frowns.
"Don't you remember me?" he asks, his voice somber.
You grip your bed sheets tightly, hoping this nightmare would end. This.. Dave, sighs and stands up. "I'm here to take you home, John. They're releasing you, bro." You blink at him as he walks over to your spot by your pillow and you huddle closer to the wall.
"Don't be afraid John. I'm not your enemy." He says, his voice slightly harsh.
As he tries to reach out towards you again, you scream and he backs away. You continue screaming until a nurse, with pretty white hair comes in with a needle full of clear liquid. She grabs your wrist, her soft skin feeling like velvet against yours.
She sticks the needle into your wrist and when she's all done she wipes your arm clean. You start to feel extremely drowsy, only Dave doesn't move. The nurse stands back and begins talking to the blond.
Your afraid, you don't want to leave.
Nothing goes through your brain anymore as you simply pass out.