What had happened? Where am I? Who am I? These are the questions I desperately wished I could answer. The only thing is, I just don't remember them.
I felt a burning in my throat. What is that? Where did come from? How did it get there? I stood up and looked in the mirror hanging inside my – where was I? – wherever I was. A pale, red eyed figure stared back at me. I jumped so high. I was scared. What am I? Did I look like this before? I looked around to find no one else in the room with me. I felt more alone then ever. I needed to get out of here. But where would I go? I didn't know anywhere. I didn't know anyone. I looked around, taking in my surroundings. I saw a small mirror in which I looked at my refection in, a metal door with a small window in it, a small window on the back wall with bars over it, a bed and a small bench. The door was propped open using a small doorstopper. I knew what I had to do. I went over to the door and looked down the long corridor that was beyond it. No one was there. The only people I could see were in cells similar to the room I was standing in. I breathed in and I smelled something that I have never smelt before. It smelled sweet yet delicious. What was it? I suddenly felt the burn in my throat again and I looked around again, focusing on where the scent was coming from. The only thing was that it was coming from cells. I heard a growl from somewhere, and realised that it was me. Me? Growling? It didn't make sense. Suddenly, without thinking, I attacked someone who was walking towards me in a uniform of some sort. After having attacking him, I felt so much better. Blood. That was what I could smell. That is was I needed for the burning to die down. But wait. Why blood? There is so many questions that I wish I knew the answer to. I looked around. No one came, so I bolted down the hallway, faster than I knew I could run, and got to a locked door at the end of the hallway. I desperately wanted to get out, even though I had no idea why, so I pulled the lock with all my might, thinking that it would be useless. To surprise, the lock broke off the door! How did that happen? It must have been a weak lock, I told myself. I turned around just in time to see more people in uniform running towards me. I just stood there wondering 2 things: Why were they running towards me and should I have some more blood? The last question I answered very quickly. I crouched down and glared up at the uniformed people. They had stopped running and all but one started to back away.
"Alice?" he asked me, but I just stared at him, putting another question in my mind: Who's Alice?