Into the Dark
It's bright - too bright. I don't know where I am.
"Run! Get out of here! It's not safe, go!" There were footsteps, then more yelling. Whoever it was was scared. He looked at her and as his eyes bore into her, pleading for her to listen - they vanished. Along with everything else as the world went dark and her eyes closed.
"What's happening?" My voice is hoarse as I try to speak.
"Ma'am, hello? Can you hear me?" I try to open my eyes again, it's too bright.
"It's so bright," I hear myself say. Suddenly it's not bright any more. Finally I am able to look around the room. Its small, but nice. The walls are white, the floor is white, and even the furniture - you guessed it: white. There is a sheet thrown over a lamp by my bed and a kind looking woman is standing beside me.
"Hello, Miss. I have a few questions if that's okay with you?" As an answer I indicate to the seat beside me, but then quickly said:
"Only if you can answer some of mine?" The woman nodded and took a seat, looking down at the clip board before her.
"How about you go first?" She offered, obviously trying to make me more comfortable.
"Okay," I said softly, "Where am I?" The woman smiled, looking around us.
"St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Ma'am." A hospital? What was I doing here?
"And now if I may," the nurse (or doctor maybe) began, "What is your name?"
"My name?" I whispered, and suddenly a feeling of dread washed over me. What was my name?
"I don't know," I whispered, my eyes prickling with tears as my breathing sped up. The girl looked at me, her eyes wide. She got up and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"It's okay, you're going to be fine," she soothed, obviously sense the panic attack that was closing in on me.
"Next question, maybe?"
"How long have I been here? And why don't I know my own name?!" I asked, eyes wide. The woman sat back down, looking down at her notes.
"You've been here for a week. And sometimes patients who suffer a traumatic experience have memory loss - as a coping mechanism." The nurse (or doctor) seemed to be reading out of a textbook with how bland that explanation was, and how familiar it seemed. Maybe I have read it somewhere before? She then asked two questions of her own.
"Do you have any pain, anywhere? And is there anything you remember from before you woke up?" I thought back to the dream I had been having, trying to find something before that - but there was nothing. I couldn't remember who my parents were, what I ate for breakfast. I couldn't remember the last book I read, or who my best friend was. Do I have siblings? How old am I? Am I well educated? Do I have someone who misses me? Am I late for something? There were so many questions that I had no answers to, and I hated it.
"No, I have no pain... and I remember nothing." Was that dream a memory? And if so, who was he?
A/N: Word count - 557
Hogwarts Assignment - Charms #3 - Memory Loss
Tell me if you want me to continue this, I kind of have a plot idea... but I may not do it if no one will read it :P