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Memory

January 31, 2014
By Anonymous

The Hospital

What happened? *Tries to lift up hands but they are handcuffed to the bed.
Where am I? I think I’m in a hospital. How’d I get here? Looks at the name tag on his wrist. There’s a tray to the left of his bed which has bloody knives. Tries to sit up.
Ugh, my leg.
There’s a nurse. Hey! Yeah you! Where am I? What’s my name?
Hospital? What hospital?...That’s not my name... No that is not my name!
Why am I handcuffed to the bed?
The Police?! He Lifts his knees up to his face while obviously fighting through pain.
What happened to me, what’s wrong with me? Why am I here? He yells with his face still in his knees. No response.
He is so frightened he passes out.
Unngh... Wakes up in throbbing pain. Grunting faintly. Lifts his head slightly to see if anybody is there.
Ugh… He stares down at his leg which is completely slashed. He starts screaming and panicking.
AAAHHH!! UUNNNGHHH!!
He realizes he’s not able to walk on it or leave and he starts panicking. There is blood dripping down his leg.
Hello?!?! He is yelling frantically.
What’s that on the floor? Blood? From what? Looks down at hands, the handcuffs are gone. The handcuffs are sitting in the puddle of blood.
What the… Moaning? Recognizes that the moaning is not far from here.
Hello? Is anybody there. No response.
Hello!!! Still no response.
Where is everybody? Yelling furiously.
“God, please help me out here.” Tears filling his eyes
What happened here? What am I supposed to do?!”
Takes a deep breath and is in shock.
Amber! Oh No please no, let her be ok!
Amber was there. The last place I remember, the basement! I have to get back to her! Oh no. Whimpering. No don’t let anything happen to my baby girl. Don’t let anything happen to me! She has nobody else to go to.
Stay strong John, you have to stay strong John! You have to get back to Amber!
A cell phone rings next to his bed, how could he have missed that.

How did I miss that? He yells in anger, furious with himself. He pauses, not sure wether he should answer it. He answer’s it after 4 rings.

Hello? he answers.

I need help. Please I don’t know where I... he gets cut off.

Tell me this is some sort of sick joke. He replies with a crack in his voice.

How long until the poison kicks in...? 15 minutes? cracking voice.

No, No, No!!! You let her go you sick bastard!!! He bends over and starts sobbing.


The author's comments:
It is a short story thriller about a mans memory loss.

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