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I woke up to white.
Everything around me was… walls, white floors, white bed sheets….pale white skin.
My skin.
I sat up and felt a painful tugging sensation on my arm. I looked down and saw an IV fluid needle in my skin. I took a deep, painful breath, and scanned the room.
It was obviously a hospital room. To which hospital it belonged to…..I didn't know.
There were two exits: the door to my right and the large window to my left. I really didn't want to jump out of a window in nothing but a hospital gown but desperate times called for desperate measures.
The door opened and I turned quickly, reaching for the needle I might have had to use as a weapon. Even if it meant pulling it out of my arm.
A middle aged man walked in with a lab coat on and a clipboard in hand. He had bright blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
"It's good to finally see you awake." He walked towards the bed and I spit "Don't come any closer."
He stopped.
Maybe the fact that a girl had told him what to do or because of the fact that he could sense my threat was real. Either way he stopped and stared.
"Who are you," I demanded.
"How are you," he asked, completely ignoring my question.
"Who. Are. You," I repeated, ignoring his.
He sighed. "My name is Dr. Maxwell. Now how are you?" "I'm fine…where am I," I tied my lie off with a question. The truth was I was hurting all over.
"You are in Berkley, California." (The hospital name is to be left out of this briefing.)
"How did I get here?"
"A couple found you unconscious on one the main streets after midnight.
Luckily they saw you or you could have been jumped or worse killed." I racked my brain trying to think of why I could have ended up in Berkley…on the streets…unconscious.
"Now let me asked you a question."
I looked up at him.
"What is your name?" I froze. "You…you don't know me?" He shook his head.
Suddenly I felt threatened. I had to get away.
"What do you want," I asked, pushing my back further into the pillows behind me.
"I was hoping when you woke up you would tell me your name," the doctor said kindly.
I felt like crying. I was far away from home, I could tell, but I didn't even know where home was.
"I would tell you…but…," I trailed off. "But what?" "I don't even remember my own name."
He frowned.
"It will come to you in time, trust me. Now, do you remember how you got all those bruises, burns, and cuts?"
I shook my head and then groaned. My head started to throb. "You also have a major concussion." "How is it possible that I could have gotten these?" "We've done cat scans, x-rays, and many hours pondering. The only thing that could come to mind was that you had been beaten…or tortured."
I could have been tortured.
Suddenly my skin felt like it was on fire, my stomach felt like it had been kicked over and over, my head felt heavy and my eyes felt droopy. The doctor lunged forward and helped me up right.
"What's wrong? Do you need something?" He reached for the button by my bed, possibly to call the nurse to bring him medical supplies, but I grabbed his hand and stopped him.
"I was tortured," I mumbled and I blacked out.