I slowly push myself up from the place I lay crumpled on the ground. My head is throbbing and I can't quite think of why I'm here. Or where here is. I check myself over. There is a little blood seeping from a cut on my head but everything seems to be in order so I do the only thing I can think of to do. I walk. I walk and walk until my legs are sore but still nothing in this town seems familiar. I sink to my knees against the brick wall of a bakery and allow myself to sleep.
When I wake up, I'm not at the bakery anymore. I am in a hospital. A doctor leaning over my bed asks me for my name and I have to think a moment before I reply.
"Emma. My name is Emma Shauns. I think."
"What year is it, Emma?"
"Alright Emma, what year is it?" 2003? No, no that's not right.
"Umm... 2008?" The doctor stops to talk to someone else in the corner of the room for a moment, and then comes back to me.
"Emma, I think you may be amnesiac. Can you tell me anything else that you remember?" My mind goes blank. The most recent thing in my memory is... nothing.
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Jayden Nicole (joined over 11 years ago)
I have a passion for art and an overactive imagination.
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