Alex
My name is Alex Mulder. At least I think that's it. I don't remember anything before eight years ago. The first thing I remember is waking up on the side of a road in Maryland, with a teenage girl hovering over me, calling for her mother. I couldn't remember my name or past.
The mother – whose name was Mara, by the way- said that she was a doctor and that I could trust her, but I didn't. When she tried to get me to a hospital I wouldn't let her. I don't know why I was so scared; I just knew it wasn't safe.
I got lucky as far as who found me was concerned. The doctor's daughter, Maya was a really good kid. I say was because she's 27 now and even her kid brother, Jack is all grown up at 21. He's always been cool. But it was Maya who took care of me. Her mom was always so clinical. It's like she didn't care. That always bothered me.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. When I was found, I had a little bullet scar in the middle of my forehead- don't ask, I honestly don't get it myself- and my left arm was missing. Mara says I'm lucky to have survived. Jack, ever the cynic, says that I didn't. Maya once told me that the man I once was is lying just beneath the surface, waiting to come out of the shadows.
I'm afraid she may be right. But I'm not sure I want her to be. I keep having these dreams. At least they started as dreams. Now they're nightmares that are becoming more and more vivid each night. They are making me remember. It was the dreams that brought the names 'Alex' and 'Mulder' to my mind in the first place. But like I said, these memories are too much, they're too painful. Last night I dreamed that I was in a forest some place. There were these men who were really dirty. I was freezing. Then I saw one of the men with a red hot knife. He was cutting into me, taking my arm.
Maya says it'll pass, but I don't believe her. I get this feeling that the nightmare has just begun. For everyone.