Lost Memory (Temperary title)( Domant)(Given Up On)

Why am I still here?

n Author's note:

Hello, I know not much people are reading this ... even most of my friends XD But I will push forward. I may be a slow writer ,but I'm a good reader (doesn't help Mr./ms. writer )^.^ :D faces OK now to stop procrastating ! let's go on to my very very short story shall we?

Also, thinking of other ideas for books and boy I have a long way to go.

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Remember when I was talking about my neighbor in the hospital? Well, she happen to be a young girl. I'm assuming she's younger than me.

I'm worried while I see a young girl watching soap operas. It makes her sound old when you first heard me talk about her .

Actually , I started to get very bored. It's lame to sit and stare at the wall for the past two days! I would wait like a puppy for my food arrives. It was only think that was fun . Also, taking a bath had never been so relaxing.

Once I thought of leaving this place, but where would I go? I forgotten everything except my vocabulary which is similar to a child's. Also, I would be completely embarrassed if anyone saw me in this hospital clothing.

Despite my lack of knowledge of my past life, I still have common sense like every normal human being. I wouldn't be running around like a buffoon. I'd lucky to be able to think for all I care.

I still have been wondering why I have been here for so long. I'm not seriously injured or anything. I started to think of crazy reasons I would need to stay.

First, I thought something is wrong with me and they didn't tell me. They could have just told my mother ,but why can't I have the news since I already lost my memory.

I also want the news of my body to be treated ,so it would be ready when my memory comes along. It would be quite an inconvenience to not able to freely move in happiness .

Then, I thought my parents are rich and live/own the hospital to save more money.

OK, that is the most unrealistic idea ever , since no one would want to live in a place where there is sick people in . Also, if I was rich I wouldn't live like this.

OK, back to the neighbor, I never really had a chance to talk to her. I know that she isn't a mute for sure because I heard her laughing at the television which she was hogging. I didn't mind because television can rot your brain.

I got to find a good first impression, but how in the world will I be able to do that?

I should start with a smile and a wave. No , she might think I'm too cocky. How about a normal greeting. Yeah, that would work , she would suspect a thing from me.

Her head faces me. Omg omg , she's looking at me. what should I do? I totally wish I had my memory in how to make friends.

"H.." I was interrupted.

"Can you pass the remote, lady?" she asked me while poking at my tray.

I twist my head to my tray, there was a black remote on it. Ha, I found a way to talk to her.