Memory (Sequel To 'Broken Edge')

Beached

(Written From An Unknown Point Of View)

Don't wake up.

Don't wake up.

For fucks' sake don't wake up.

Water crashed over the limp body that I guess belonged to me. My left arm and leg were virtually buried in the sand, that was the only thing keeping my disgusting body from being pulled back out to sea.

Hold your breath.

The water is coming back.

Don't worry,

The tide will pull it away.

How long had I been laying here? Hours? Days? Weeks? Surely not weeks, people die after so long without water. Damn, my back is burning. Then again, its been facing the sun for such an unknown amount of time. I bet it looks as red as it feels.
All of the questions of; Where am I? When did I get here? How did I get here? All of those questions could wait, what I really wanted to know is; Who am I?
I couldn't remember my name, I codnt remember my features, nothing about my life. Not a single memory flooded my mind.

Try to move.

Come on, you've got this.

My body was reacting weird when I tried to move, I could send the mental message to my brain about wanting to move my hand. However, instead of my hand smoothly lifting, it just randomly jolted, my fingers twitching.
Severe dehydration? Lack of motor function after being submerged in the ocean? Any of these seemed likely.
Now I tried to move my head, same result of jolting and twitching of my neck, but I managed to lift it enough to scan my surroundings. I was on a fucking public beach. At least a hundred feet away there was a family playing in the water, yet no one comes to realize that there is a barely alive body laying here?

You have to do it yourself.

No one is going to help you.

Fucking move.

I guess my own mental motivation was enough, because I managed to gather enough strength to lift myself off the ground. Slowly, oh so slowly, I began to stand up. My legs weak like that of a newborn fawn. Then I tried to take a step, and I fell. Relifting myself, I stood and tried again, slower than before. I succeeded in one step, and I guess I finally got the family's attention because I saw the man and woman coming towards me, their children following.

"Sir, are you okay?" The woman spoke first, my eyes traveled to the oldest of their two children. A girl that was probably around sixteen. She was wearing a shirt titled 'Motionless In White'. What is that? It sounds like a cult...a very familiar cult.

"I...I..." I attempted to speak, but it was more of gurgling and my hand gently held my throat. I needed water.
The daughter looked completely awestruck, her jaw dropped and tears frantically falling down her cheeks.

"You're supposed to be dead." She blurted absentmindedly, covering her mouh when she realized how awful it sounded. Her parents and younger sibling both looked confused. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and showed her parents what I'm assuming was a photo.
"Chris Motionless, he is, or was, in Motionless In White! But...but he jumped off a bridge like a week ago and they said he was dead. Oh my god. Oh my god." The girl's eyes were as big as the moon at this point and she looked mentally unstable.
"Can we keep him?" She finally asked, looking at me and then her parents. I wasn't even concerned with that, I was stuck on the fact that apparently my name was Chris Motionless. Why couldn't I remember that? Why couldn't I remember-
I had been standing up too long without nutrition, and I finally blacked out.

Chris Motionless.

Huh.

I wonder what else I have forgotten.