AN- Hello again! Well, here is the next chapter, I have tried to make it longer. The last one was just a short look into Flaky's mind (and to try and get me into the mood for writing). Hope you enjoy!

HTFan- Thanks, I'm glad that you like it. There shall be more creepiness to come in later chapters!

ashdash2417- Don't worry, this next chapter is much longer. Oh, I have a rather bad habit of not being able to decide whether they are human or not. So please just think of the characters in whatever form you think suits the story best.

Scarecrow77- I'm not sure, so far I don't need any, but if I do need one, I will ask.


Chapter 2

I don't know who I am.

The knowledge was overwhelming and horrible. A yawning black chasm of fear opened up inside. she felt herself plummeting down, down into the depths of it, into a void. Her mouth opened and her ears rang with the sound of terror.

Suddenly there was the sound of feet rushing in the hallway, rushing toward her, growing louder and louder. Voices. Then a brilliant flash of light. It shone everywhere, blinding her.

Strong arms gripped her arms, pulling at her. She struggled, thrashed at the unseen beings that wrestled with her. She had not thought it would be possible to be more afraid.

Then something sharp prickled her arm, made her draw in her breath with surprise and pain.

Darkness gathered again. Everything was fading, fading away as she desperately tried to hold on. She was falling, falling dizzily into the blackness. She swirled around and around, whirling downward...

And then she dreamed. In the dream she was in a long dark tunnel. She was trying to run toward the light, but she knew that someone didn't want her to make it. She was being chased by a shadowy figure with fierce, blazing eyes. If it caught her then something terrible would happen.

As the figure chased her, it was shouting something... what was it?

Was it threatening?

Or accusing?

She couldn't understand the words. They were distorted and strange, as when something happened to the sound in a film.

It seemed the longer she ran, the longer the tunnel became. The light seemed farther and farther away. And whoever was behind her got closer and closer, until she could feel the hot breath of her pursuer on her neck... and then pain exploded in her head.

The girl opened her eyes. At first it seemed she was looking up through murky water at a light that was far away. But soon things became clearer and clearer. Finally everything snapped into focus. The tunnel had been a dream. But the pain in her head was real.

It was white everywhere. Sound at first was still muffled, as if she had cotton in her ears. Gradually, sounds sharpened. So did the pain.

Someone was singing tunelessly, repeating the same passage again and again, tra-la-la, tra-la-la. A figure in white. An angel? The girl wondered for a moment.

No, her sense told her instantly. The scent she was breathing was disinfectant. Of course, this was a hospital. The angel in a white dress was a nurse.

Well at least I'm not dead, she said to herself. Even if I don't know who I am.

"Tra-la-la, tra-la-la," sang the nurse.

Ever so slowly, the girl turned her head to the right a little. There was another bed in the room. But it was empty.

Why do I know this is a hospital, when I can't remember my name? I can't remember how old I am.

What's my favorite colour? What do I like to do, and who do I love? Where is my family?

It was so incredibly astounding that your life could vanish, like a slate that had been wiped clean.

The girl found that the pain had lessened from a sharp scream in her scull, to a dull steady buzz. Maybe I'm just getting used to it, she thought.

She started to swing her legs over the side of the bed, but stopped abruptly as a white hot flash of pain shot from her right ankle up to her knee and then exploded through her entire body. A noise came out of her mouth that was a scream and a groan at the same time.

The tra-la-la-ing stopped abruptly. The nurse came running over, a look of concern on her face. She moved so quickly that her nurses cap tilted on her head.

"Oh, you're finally awake," she said, looking down at her. "Be careful, dear. That ankle was badly twisted. Are you alright?"

The question struck the girl as rather funny. If I was alright, why would I be in a hospital?

But she looked to the nurse and nodded. "Yes," she said softly. It was difficult to speak. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy. Her lips felt rubbery. "I'm all right," she added, wanting to practice speaking. It felt as if she hadn't done it in a long time.

The nurses face lit up. "Of course you're all right. You're in Happy Tree hospital. Well I'll go get the doctor. Have a lovely day!"

Moments later, the doctor arrived.

"Hello Flaky, my name is Dr. Sniffles," he said.

My name is Flaky. The girl greedily drank the information.

"At least, I'm assuming your name is Flaky," continued the doctor. "That's the name on the bracelet you were wearing when you were brought in. It's in the drawer next to your bed."

Flaky opened the drawer and took the bracelet out. It was a deep-blue leather band. On its surface the name Flaky was stamped. It was the only way I know my name, she thought. How strange. She put the bracelet back into the drawer.

"We've been waiting for you to wake up," the doctor said. "Now just relax." He bent down and shone a light in Flaky's eyes, and stood up again before Flaky could pull away.

"So," Dr. Sniffles said briskly, "how do you feel?"

"My head hurts, and I can't remember..." Flaky's voice trailed off.

"I know you have suffered memory loss, you talked about it when you were first admired." He glanced at Flaky and chuckled. "Although you may not remember."

Flaky got the joke, she just didn't feel like laughing.

"Anyway," the doctor continued, "you said your name was Flaky you remembered that much, you got banged around a lot, but it's nothing serious. You'd better get some rest now." He glanced at his watch. "I've got to go. See you soon."

Dr. Sniffles was gone before Flaky was even able to form any of the questions that were hurtling around her mind. What kind of accident did I have? What happened?

As Flaky looked into the mirror, she fought to control the rising panic inside of her.

If this is my face, why don't I know it? She asked herself. Her thoughts whirled in confusion. The eyes that stared back at her were no more familiar than the eyes of a stranger. She wanted to run from the room screaming. You've made a terrible mistake! This isn't my face- this is someone else! Give me back the face that I know! Give it back!