First of all, I want to thank Bellaspicer for inspiring me and helping me out. She is amazing and she is also the reason I started writing so I suggest you check out her work.

Sooo, I chose a celebrity to represent all my characters except for Cassie Hunter, because I couldn't find anyone who would look just as I imagined her to look like. Still, I found a random photo of a girl who is 'my perfect Cassie'. Sadly, I have no idea what her name is or who she is (which is ironic because Cassie doesn't either). I put a photo  (the only one I found) of Cassie. If anyone knows who she is, I will be forever grateful.

Also I really need to mention that I have no idea if all the medical details are possible, I swear I got lost trying to research on amnesia and I couldn't get all my questions answered. So I just made everything up praying that it's not so fictional.

 I hope you will like this as much as I do and don't forget to leave some feedback on your way out :)

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I suddenly became aware of the fact that I was alive. It seemed like I’ve been sleeping my whole life. I tried to make a movement and I felt my whole body ache, yelping silently with agony. All I could feel my heart pumping, like I was empty, like I had nothing in me except my heart, beating a solitary drum beat in my chest, pushing the blood through my numb veins.

I could hear voices, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying. I was trying to wake up properly, but it seemed such a hard thing to do, more so than usual. I didn’t recognize any of the voices after I’ve listened to them for some time, and that made me wonder who these people were and why were they talking next to me. I could barely make out what they were saying next to me, I had to strain to even make out the simplest of words.

I slowly and painfully opened my eyes. No one noticed at first, so I just took a look at them. There was a tall blonde woman. She looked unfairly beautiful, with perfect skin and perfect hair and perfect clothes. She looked rich, she was the walking image of money. It seemed to me as though she may have been a doctor, as she had this almost fluorescent white coat over her unnecessarily expensive clothing.  She was talking to another man who was standing on the other side of my bed, wearing the same white coat thrown over his scrubs…

Wait, why am I in a bed with doctors around me?!

I was in a hospital. That’s why I was in pain. I hadn’t been sleeping in my bed, I must have been unconscious. It all seemed to come together now.

Why was I in a hospital? What happened? How did I get here?

I realized I had no idea what happened to me. I had no clue why I was in a hospital no matter how hard I was trying to remember. Then it hit me.

What happened to me wasn’t the only thing I didn’t know. I also had no idea who I was. I didn't know my name, I didn't know where I lived - I barely was able to remember what gender I was. I just panicked. How is it that I simply couldn’t remember my name? I don’t know many things about human body or biology or medicine, but hell I do know that when you don’t know what your fucking name is, you have something to worry about.

Then they finally noticed me. How sweet of them! (Notice the sarcasm). The man was surprised I even woke up, he looked like he’d seen a ghost. Hell, I know I must have looked like one. I think if I were him, I may have reacted the same.

My God, I don’t even know how I look like!

He grabbed something from the pocket in his coat which looked a lot like a pen and then he stuck a light in my eye. That hurt more than I thought it would, the bright light dazzling me obnoxiously, and I blinked a few times. I tried to cringe away from the irritating light.

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