My body shivered from the cold, as if it were freezing from the inside. A chill that filled you to the core, like a hollowness was beginning to stretch itself out and swallow everything. Water pooled around me and drenched my skin as I laid on the hard ground, unable to move. The rough rain had slowly begun to calm itself down as the light droplets delicately washed over my face and body.
It felt clean, like the dirtiness that covered me had begun to fade away and all that was left was me.
Me. Whoever that may be.
I heard rustle from behind, followed by a heavy gasp. "S-Somebody's out here!!" it was a female voice, and soon after more faded footsteps and voices came.
"Call 911!"
Were they talking about me? My eyelids were too heavy to see for myself as my mind began to drift between the lines of consciousness and unconsciousness.The latter was winning.
I felt my body being lifted up as the sounds of sirens approached, and with that a man whispered. "You'll be alright kid, just hang in there."
But the reassurance hadn't seemed to process correctly in my mind, so I only found myself sinking into the back of my mind, falling into deep, deep, sleep...
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Luna. That was my name. For whatever reason I wasn't able to recall it at that time, then again I couldn't exactly recall why I had collapsed in the middle of a storm to begin with. Despite this fact being incredibly unusual, there was something that made me feel completely unbothered by it, as if it were just a simply small matter.
I awoke once again, only this time I found myself tucked into a hospital bed as my eyes bore into the bright white ceiling. As the sound of the heart monitor continued to sound off, I tried to piece together what I knew. My name is Luna Everdeen. I'm 18 years old, born on June 6th 2001, and aside from everything else I've stated, I still don't know who I am. I can't remember yesterday, the day before that, or even any other day aside from that night. I remember no names or faces, no family or friends, nothing. Just me.
The door of the room opened, and a woman in a white doctor's coat with glasses and her hair tied in a ponytail stepped inside. Upon seeing my face she smiled assuringly. "How are you feeling?"
She approached closer. I didn't respond. "
You gave everyone quite the scare. Finding someone passed out during such a big hurricane can cause some big concern." Her voice was so calm and sweet, so much so that I couldn't help but ask, "Do you know me?"
I almost regretted asking once I saw her smile slowly melt, as if something had suddenly come to her attention. "No..." she said slowly. "I was actually hoping you could tell me yourself. What's your name?"
"Luna Everdeen." I said.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"Where are you from?"
I stayed silent.
"Why were you outside during the hurricane? What were you doing?"
I stayed silent.
"What are your parent's names?"
Again, I stayed quiet.
She didn't speak for a moment, letting my lack of words sink in. She soon smiles again, though this time less enthusiastically, shaking her head. "Not to worry. It's good that we have your name and age at least. Ah, you're actually around my son's age, though he's a couple of months older. Maybe you two could get along." She stretches out her hand. "I'm Dr. Lee. I'll be looking after you for the time being until we get into contact with your guardians."
I nod. She places her hands around my head, feeling around it until she presses on an area that makes me flinch in pain. She frowns at my reaction.
"I apologize. It looks like you hit your head pretty hard. Definitely explains your lack of memories." Her face pales realizing what she's said before quickly adding in, "But not to worry! We'll just call your family and continue your treatment so you can get back to your normal life in no time!"
I still don't say anything, which the doctor didn't seem to mind. She gets up and looks me over once more before heading toward the door. "Since you're finally awake I'll go visit the cafeteria and tell them to bring you something to eat, how's that?"
"That's fine." I say flatly.
As soon as she leaves I'm left to my own thoughts. I wasn't trying to come off as such an emotionless tool, but perhaps I was just too confused. How was I supposed to react? It felt odd to not feel afraid in this situation, yet no matter how much I let the idea that I had no memories of my past sink into my brain, nothing came out of it. I felt lost of course, but nothing else. Was I normally like this?
A sharp pain reaches the back of my head and I groan, cradling my skull between my legs as though a knife had plunged into it. My sight was growing hazy, and I felt my heart palpitating faster and faster. I was almost about to call out to Dr. Lee, to anyone that could hear me as I felt my heart was trying to break through my chest. My breath grew fainter as my stomach felt as though it were tightening on the spot, constricting itself to force something out of me.
Suddenly, he's standing right in front of me. The boy, that is. He stood at the foot of the bed with a black mask that covered everything except two dark, cold eyes. From head to toe he was drenched in water, so much so that it began to pool around him, mixing in with another liquid that dropped from his hands and onto the floor. It was bright red blood. I felt like my heart was about to crawl up my throat as the pain began to ring in my ears. He stepped closer, and I screamed.
Not even a moment later the door swings open and reveals another doctor, this one seemingly much younger than Dr. Lee as he rushed over to me. He placed a hand on my back and one on my chest. "It's alright, just breath. Everything's alright, just tell me where the pain is."
I wanted to scream and point towards the man that the doctor had obviously neglected to see, but as my eyes flew back to area in which the masked man stood, he was gone, and so was the blood.