Remember Remember Remember

Chapter 1 - something strange

I open my eyes, my stiff neck struggling to look around the room. I slowly sit up and glance towards the sink with a broken mirror hung above, the crack showing two extra versions of my self. Where the fuck am I...?

Cautiously i get up and trudge to one of the four padded walls that surrounded me, brushing my fingers along the creases off where each square joins. My brown hair is matted and stuck to my sweating forehead. Looking over into the mirror I see how red and blood shot my eyes are making the colour of my eyes stand out so much you can see the three different colours in my eyes more clearly. Gold, green and grey. How did I get here? How am I getting out? Why can't I remember anything?

I hear movement from outside the metal door, I have no idea why but instinct tells me to dive back on the poor excuse of a bed.

Knock knock
"Ha no need to knock, that would mean that privacy is allowed" a deep voice chuckled to himself before the door flung open.

A slender figure marches through the poorly painted doorway, moving straight to the bedside cabinet and placing a plastic dog bowel filled with a lumpy green contents. The familiarity of waking up eating and then being sedated passes my thoughts and without hesitation I grab the keys he placed on the side next to the bowel I fling them under my bed.

"Stupid bitch" mutters the stranger.

Whilst he is feeling around under the bed for the keys I ran, I didn't know where the heck I was going just that I had to get out of there. I notice a door down the hall that reads cleaning cupboard and I enter it locking the door behind me. I hug myself tightly trying to stop the small twitches me hole body was making.
I remember...
My family died in an accident, it was tragic and down to the cities fault. My house was blown to pieces so we were on the run, but they caught us. There all dead my mother father and brother. I remember one thing about my mother and that was she fully believed everything happened for a reason.
They're dead... And I feel nothing, not grief or pain, not sadness or emptiness without them. Just nothing...
why aren't I upset?
Why can't I recognise or love the faces I saw in my memory? Why don't...

"Patient Phoenix is to be taken to the gas room in 10 minutes I repeat patient Phoenix to the gas room in 10 minutes"

I snapped out of my train of thoughts. I have to save this poor person.

Opening the door so it was ajar I peer out watching one of these strange men in all black one piece heading towards the room I came from. I leave the cleaning cupboard and followed my instinct which told me to go left.

Practically running down the never ending corridors taking lefts and rights in no particular patten I turn a corner. I slow down when I heard a eery voice.

"Patient Phoenix isn't in her room."

I wasn't going to be caught, not now that I've got this far, I don't know why but my gut told me I had to get out of this place right after I saved this girl Phoenix. Well I thought it was girl I couldn't imagine a boy called Phoenix but there we go.

Entering the next room I saw I slammed the door behind me. The voices faded and I let out a long breath and opened my eyes, I hadn't noticed that I held my breath and shut my eyes until I stopped. Sliding down the door so I was perched on the floor I looked around, it didn't take me long to figure out where I was. A morgue... Great...

Everything inside of me was telling me to get out but I let curiosity get the better of me. Looking around the metal draws big enough for bodies, it kinda reminded me of a really long filing cabinet. I nose at the pictures that have names hovering above none familiar except one. A picture that reflected my face back at me just a lot healthier above reading the name Patient Phoenix. I was the girl they were about to gas...

Well great...

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A/N//
So I'm not one for loads of author notes however as this is my first chapter on Wattpad I would appreciate feed back.