Chapter 1
Everything was dark and cold. I was scared; almost too scared to move. The ground was hard and damp underneath me and I shivered silently. I could hear footsteps, no more than a few meters away. I had to get out of here! But…where was here? Where was I and why would I be in a dark, cold, lonely alley before the sun was even up anyway? Come to think of it, who was "I"? And why couldn't I remember?
A pair of footsteps came too close for comfort and I silently pulled myself up and behind a trashcan. My heart was pounding in time with the throbbing on the back of my head and my body aching as I tried not to breath too loud or heavily. They passed by, just as all the others did and I stood, still silent, looking around as to some glimpse of something-anything!- that could give me some clue as to who I was or how I had gotten here. I was wearing a pair of tight dark blue skinny jeans and a tiny red shirt that exposed both my shoulders and a strip of my flat stomach. I was wearing socks but no shoes until I spotted a pair of healed slip ons lying a few feet away. I put them on as to not step in one of the horrifying puddles of who knows what everywhere. None of my clothes seemed too messed up, other than a few spots of dirt, and my hair, short and perfectly straight, seemed no messier than it would have if I had just woken up after a rough night's sleep. And for all I could tell, that's all that had happened. But why couldn't I remember anything?
I searched and found nothing else but the over-flowing garbage cans and a few questionable smudges on the bricks. I didn't want to stay here any longer, even if I had no idea where else to go! Maybe if I found something familiar…I might start to remember. I waited until there was utter silence, almost crushingly quiet. Once I was sure there wasn't anyone outside of my alley hiding place, taking a quick pace down the street. Then I began to think 'which way should I be going?' I decided it didn't really matter, since I had no idea where I lived!
Only a few blocks later, I heard another pair of footsteps behind me. I quickened my pace to speed walking and the second person matched it. I started jogging now, afraid to look behind me. But the stalker was catching up now, barely a meter behind from what it sounded like. I spared a quick glance backward to see a tall, dark hedgehog with red stripes, looking curious.
''Hey...'' he said thoughtfully, as if trying to figure something out before he spoke. Something about me maybe. Well so was I. I broke into a run and he called out for me to wait.
''Stay away from me!'' I yelled and I heard him slow to a stop, though I kept running.
It was probably a good ten minutes before I trusted myself to slow down, finally getting out of the shady part of town. I sat at a bus stop to catch my breath and exhaustion swept over me all at once. My head was still pounding, but now it was so bad that I doubled over, clutching the spot. I could feel a large, throbbing bump where the pain was coming from and wondered what had happened to me. Maybe that was why I couldn't remember anything.
My muscles ached and I felt stiff and tired, but I didn't want to stay in the same place for too long. I had to figure out where I lived or, more importantly, who I was! I stood back up; ignoring the burning intensity and protest screamed by my leg muscles and started walking. The sun had mostly risen by now, illuminating the sky and beginning to warm the day a little. A few people were out and about now, but they seemed to pay me little to no mind. I kept walking, trying to find something familiar, but everything seemed so...distant.
It was about noon when I found myself in a park. It seemed like I had been there before, like a dream almost, but I still had no recollection of my life. My stomach was protesting having nothing to eat yet that day, mixed in with all the walking I'd done, and my body still ached, though I couldn't place why.
I decided to wrest for a bit, sitting at a water fountain at the top of a hill. The sun was warm but not hot, and I began to relax. It didn't last long; as a feeling crept over me that I was being watched. Paranoia set in and I tried skimming through the crowd to see if any eyes were fixed on me. I didn't find any specifically, but I decided to move on as a precaution.
Now I definitely knew I was being watched; almost feeling the presence of someone else proceeding through the scattered people behind me. I couldn't have caught anyone calling me through the blots of conversation, not that I'd have known what name to answer to either way. I cut off the path and headed up a clear hill, now able to feel a pair of eyes following my every move. I wasn't sure whether or not to run, so I kept walking, completely trying to ignore the voice calling behind me. I felt a brush of wind sweep over me gently and heard an exasperated sigh from much closer than I'd have expected. A hand wrapped around my wrist and held me still.
''Where are you going?'' a voice asked. It sounded so familiar...Why couldn't I remember anything?
''L-let me...'' I trailed off, turning to see a pair of green eyes I so deeply recognized but couldn't remember.
''Look, I know you're still probably mad at me but...'' he trailed off, looking almost as confused as I felt. ''Amy?'' the blue hedgehog asked.
''I-is that...my name?''
A/N: OMG! A new story already! This idea's been in my head for the longest time, so I hope you enjoyed this. I plan on continuing, but I'd like to see some of you review and tell me whether or not you think it'll be any good So let me know if I should keep going!