M A R K
The first thing I saw was a white ceiling and a girl on her mid thirties. I winced when my head suddenly hurts like it was being smashed. I groaned and gripped my hair hoping the pain would stop. Seconds later, men in white robes rushed and examined me. They were asking questions that my mind couldn't process clearly. But I managed to understand the last question.
"What's your name?"
Name. I don't know. I looked at the worried faces inside the room. I knew no one. Even myself and fear filled my system. I shook my head no to the doctor and I saw him sighed. I just notice that my head were not hurting anymore.
I heard the doctor said I had a traumatic amnesia and that the girl in her mid thirty's was my mother.
She hugged me while I was laying on the bed touching my cheeks an
