The girl in the mirror

When I woke up I was lying in a warm bed with white sheets. I looked around the room in the corner there was a vase with flowers in it. There was a bed next to mine, on that bed was an old man lying he was watching a football match on the television.
"Where am I?" I whispered. He looked straight at me with an irritated expression on his face, because I disturbed the football match.
"In the hospital," he answered. The hospital? Why am I lying in the hospital? My head was pounding the whole time, but I didn't realized it before. I was trying to remember why I should be in the hospital, but I couldn't come up with something that made any sense. My fingers started to shake when I realized I clouldn't remember a thing. 

I asked the man if he knew where the bathroom was and he pointed at a door on the other side of the room. I slowly walked to it, the bathroom wasn't very large. There was a little toilet on the left side and a tiny shower on the other side. In the middle there was a sink with a mirror above it. I looked in the mirror and didn't know the girl who was staring back. Her hair was short just above her shoulders and the color was as dark as the night. She had deep blue eyes and her skin was so pale it almost seemed like you could see through it. I touched my cheeks softly and the girl in the mirror did the same.
"It's me." I whispered frightened and the tears fell down my face. Why didn't I recognized myself? I was trying to remember who I was, but there was nothing I could came up with. I fell on the floor crying for not knowing who I was and why I was here.

I am not sure how long I sat there, but when I came out of the bathroom it was already night. The old man was sleeping and all the lights were off. I walked towards my bed when the moonlight was shining on a plastic bag. I grabbed the bag to see what was inside. There was a little, brown, leather wallet with an ID-card in it. It said: Lilly Moore, 1996.

"My name is Lilly Moore," I whispered, because I didn't want to wake up the old man. It was satisfying to know my name, but there was a pain on the bottom of my belly. Because I didn't know my name myself. I didn't want to think about that so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
The morning light woke me up. My eyelids were heavy and my throat was sore. I still remembered everything that happened the other day and that meant I didn't end up in some movie where the main character has to live the same day all over again. A woman walked into the room and the old man was snoring.

"Good morning, sunshine"  she said with a smile. She wrote something in her notebook and cleared her throat and smiled again.
"Do you have any kind of pain?"  She asked and I shook my head, even though my head was still pounding. I didn't want to be in a room where they could lock me so easy.
"Good, you have to fill out this form and after that you are allowed to go home." She gave me a piece of paper. I grabbed my ID-card and filled the form out. But the word "home" made me scared, because I didn't know where that was. Maybe somebody is waiting for me at "home".