He flinched and slowly forced his eyes open. Light from the sun seeped into his eyes. Light. Light was something he'd not seen in days.



He tried to stand but his legs ached; he settled for a sitting position. He looked at the room her was in, all broken and trashy. Shards of glass and plastic lay scattered across the room. Papers were everywhere. A computer and a phone lay broken and shattered in one corner. The large glass window in front of him was completely missing. Cracks and missing pieces of glass could be found in the window to his left and right. What had happened here?



He stared at his hands, arms, and legs. All of which were cut and bruised. One pant leg, on his left leg, was completely torn off and several brownish lines marked both sides of his exposed leg. His other pant leg was tattered and torn, with several visible cuts. His hands and arms were stained with dried blood. Every time he moved, he brain told him of the massive bruises that lined his shoulder blades and lower back.



Something made him turn and look under the desk to his right. There he found part of a mirror. When he gazed into the mirror he was frightened by what stared back at him. His strawberry-blondish hair was tousled and ragged. Several brown lines crept down his face; one starting at his hairline and making its way over his left eyelid and down his cheek. Part of his left jaw was incredibly swollen and purple in color.



He moved the mirror shard down and saw his half-exposed chest. It was swollen with bruises and marked by blood, one could hardly see and undamaged flesh. It was a miracle he'd survived.



"Good God!" his dry throat creaked. "What happened to me?" As he looked into the mirror shard again, another thought struck him.



"Come to think of it, where am I?" He asked the walls of the disaster office. "And..." he swallowed, almost in desperation, "who am I?"





A/N: Curious? Keep reading. Chapter four should tell you who our amnesia boy is...if you can pick up on lil hints.....