I woke up. Completely surrounded by darkness. I tried to look around but there was nothing to see. Suddenly, a large bright light shone above me. I tried to look around again. The room was barren. Nothing was inside the room except for me. I saw a small door to my right and ran to open it. It was locked. I tried to remember how I got here. Nothing came to mind. Surprisingly, I had no memory. I know how to talk and write, but I can't remember when I learned how. I had my common knowledge, but it ended there.
"Do not panic. We are here to help." A booming voice said overhead.
"Who are you? Who am I?" I yelled at the ceiling.
"Your name is Scarlet Smith. You were recently in a severe car accident. You seemed to have hit your head and your memory was erased. Don't worry you have many family member and close friends to help you get your life back on track. Everything will be okay." The booming voice said.
"The door slowly opened. There was a man in a white coat standing on the other side. He smiled. "It's okay Miss Smith. We are here to help."
"Why was I in there?" I asked as I left the room.
"Many past patients panicked when they noticed they can't remember anything. Just in case, we place them in a room where everyone will be safe." He grinned. I followed him into a long corridor. Finally he made a turn into another large room filled with people. They all looked at me and smiled. I felt a panic running through me.
"I'm so glad that you're okay!" A woman stood up reaching out to hug me. Quickly I pushed her away in panic. "I'm so sorry; I forgot you don't remember me. I'm your mother."
I calmed down as she introduced me to everyone in the room. I had a father, brother, uncle, a cousin, and also a boyfriend. I worked as a bank teller at a community bank. That's where I met Mark, my boyfriend. Everyone was really huggy and clingy. It was strange to me, all the affection. None of it felt natural, it all seemed awkward to me. Who was I to question it?
"What year is it? How old am I?" I asked quietly. I sat down and looked at all of them.
"It's 2034. You're twenty-three years old. Your birth date was July 12, 2011. "My mother answered happily.
"You ready to go home." My father said suddenly. "Not meaning to rush you, but I hate hospital fumes." He looked around the room with a disgusted face. I told him it was fine and that I was set to go. Quickly, they tried to have me go with Mark. I looked at him. He was tall and very handsome. If I liked him then, I should end up liking him again.
The first five minutes of the ride was quiet. Finally he broke the silence. "I know you don't really know me anymore, but I still really care about you. I was thinking about some things and whether you will get your memory back... The doctor said that until you get better, we should start things fresh. You know start with being friends."
"That's sounds okay." I didn't really know what else to say. I didn't know him, but he seems to be a nice guy. "Did the doctor say anything about how long will it take for my memory to return?" I asked him.
"He didn't really know. I guess time will tell right?" He chuckled nervously.