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I wake up in darkness

The light nearly blinds me. Two days have I sat in darkness and they are just now turning on a light.

“Who are you?” The voice is loud, circling a few times in my ear drums, practically piercing my brain. I try to ignore it. Blinking rapidly to try getting back my eyesight, I sit up. I realize how weak I really am. Two days with no food or water has left me with an unbearably dry mouth, a pain in my stomach that makes me wince with each movement, and a pounding headache. I can’t think.

“Who are you?” The voice asks again. This time it’s hardly less painful, but the slight change in harshness helps my brain catch up. I can see, but the lights still cause me to squint.

“I already told you.” The words don’t leave my mouth without a fight, coming out horse.

“I don’t believe you.” The man says calmly. I lay back on the cot.

“I already gave you an answer. I don’t remember. Believe me or don’t, the choice is yours.”

“Who are you?” He repeats for the third time. Tears of frustration threaten to surface.

“Ha. Ask away, Mr., I already told you! I woke up in this beautiful room” My eyes open and I gesture largely at the 14’ by 16’ stone cell, “three days ago. I don’t know who I am, or where I came from. Hell, I don’t even know what I look like.” I cup my hands above my eyes, shielding enough light out of them that I can tolerate looking at him. He’s extremely tall, maybe 6’5. His hair is dark brown and in a buzz cut. His jaw is jagged and his eyes are dark. Maybe brown, it’s hard to tell.  He always wears the same outfit army uniform that is covered in light brown. He’s heavy set, but in a fit way, he looks as if benching 10 or me would be easy.

“You don’t remember anything?”

“That’s what I’ve been telling you. Buddy, as of right now, I know four things. 1) I am a girl. 2) I hate you. 3) I could use some water and food. And 4) I must be important or you would have let me go by now.”

The man run’s his hand across his nearly bald head, sighing deeply.

“Does the name ‘Sam’ mean anything to you?” He asks with almost pleading eyes. The name makes the wheels in my head turn. Yes, I know that name. But a face doesn’t come into my brain, instead, love fills my heart and nearly makes me forget all the pain. Sam.

“Sam…” I say out loud unconsciously. The man looks me over, all sympathy gone. He looks in his late 20’s, but lines of stress cover his forehead, aging him. Suddenly, he stares at me with disgust.

“Well, maybe if you have some more time to think, you can remember.” He says, heading to the door.

“Please!” I’m screaming desperately before I can think to do otherwise. He stops to look at me.

“Who are you?” He asks again. His face is stone. Panic sets in as I search the unknown parts of my brain. He turns away from me, his hand going to knock on the door so the people on the other side can let him out.

“Please! I- I don’t know! I’m trying! Please!”

“I’ll give you time to think.” His voice is calm, which only makes my fears worse. Then he’s gone.

“PLEASE!” I know he can’t hear me, but I scream it anyway. It takes a few seconds, but I’m sure he’s gone.

I’m am then again swallowed into darkness.