Chapter One:
Memory
"Amnesia," the doctor said, reading from my file. "From what we can tell, you have amnesia."
I nodded, trying my best not to burst out in anger.
"Usually, we'd be able to rectify this by checking your fingerprint and finding your identity, then gradually helping you back into ordinary life, but…" When I raised my eyebrow (a movement that didn't hurt anymore), he continued. "But a great many of our files have been destroyed. We've already taken your fingerprint, and found out that yours was one of the files destroyed in the blast."
I guess it didn't hit me as hard as I felt it should've. I just looked down at my sheet and clutched it in my hand, wondering about everything and nothing.
"So, as of now, I don't exist?"
The doctor's brow furrowed. "We can still try to find your identity through other means, but that takes time. And now that we're so disorganized and have most of the Historic District in the hospital, it will take longer."
"How long?"
"Months, maybe even years."
I almost felt like tossing something out the window. "Well, what do I do now?"
"Until we find your true identity, try to find one for yourself. Give yourself a name, try to find out how old you are, and keep in touch with us." The doctor smiled. "Just… try to life the life that was spared a few days ago."
He left the room. I brought my knees up to my chest and buried my face in them. Great, so now I had to create my own identity, possibly even get used to it, until they could find my true one. But what if they couldn't?
"I already have a name," I murmured. "I've already picked one."
Damn the person who made this happen! It's all their fault! Now, I'm being forced to live a life that I know isn't mine!
I looked at my hand. Pearl-white skin, totally undamaged. Somehow, it seemed wrong that it was so. In my heart, I felt like it should've been damaged somehow. Something from behind my vision flickered in, but it disappeared just as fast. I saw my hand, charred and black from fire—no, an explosion. But just as soon as it happened I was looking at my uninjured hand, wondering what I would be doing from here on out.