I stood there with a knife in my hand, and the knife in John's chest. I don't remember stabbing him. He's bleeding everywhere, what have I done!? I pull the knife out and drop it n the ground. I lay John down and cut his shirt down the middle with the knife I stabbed him with. I pull the torn shirt out from under him, ball it up, and press it against his chest. The dying man makes a noise "uughoa". i'm startled by the noise "John are you alright?" I ask him, dreading the obvious answer. "What did you do to me?" he tries to raise his voice, but is unable to. "John, I don't know what happened, I'm so sorry, I'm so scared" I start to cry releasing pressure from his chest. It's quiet for what feels like an hour but is probably a minute. "Josh..." he can hardly talk, I know what's about to happen. "I need to say something..." I'm waiting for him to let me know what's going on. He gasps what's probably his last intake of air "I know wh..." He died....
Awake. I think, I'm awake at least. Was I just dreaming? Who is John, why did he seem so familiar, and why did I stab him? I search my mind for answers, I can't think of anything. These are all difficult questions, but what bothers me the most, is he called me Josh. Is Josh my name? I don't remember my name.
I sit up in my bed, look to my left and see a bed across the room from mine, with a man in the bed. The room looks the size of a college dorm room. White walls, white door, no window, no furniture besides the beds. Just an empty room with two men and two beds.
I don't remember this place. I hate it already. There's a paper bracelet like you get from a hospital on my wrist with "amnesia" printed on it. That would explain not remembering this place, or anything for that matter
I have some new questions now:
Where am I, and how long have I been here?
