I'm lying in a chilly small bed, covered by a thin blanket in complete bliss. Right now, I just want to curl up and go back to sleep, but I can't because a giant ray of sunlight is falling right on my face, making me uncomfortable and hindering my ability to go back to sleep.
After trying to ignore the giant ray of light for several minutes, I gave up and decided to fix the problem by covering the window and stopping the light from leaking inside. With a sigh, I forced my eyes to open and sat up on my bed. My eyes automatically moved towards the light, and I instinctively squinted my eyes to protect them from the harsh glare.
I moved myself to the corner of the bed and swung my legs off the bed, but the feeling that I was waiting to experience didn't come. I looked down, and instead of expecting to see my feet land on the ground, I saw a pair of small legs dangling off the side of the bed. Okay, that wasn't right. My legs shouldn't be like this. Thinking that I should still be half asleep, I moved my hands to touch my knees, but the moment the hands entered my sight, I froze.
What I saw was a pair of surprisingly young hands. My first thought was that these shouldn't be in my hands, but then a stray thought hit me and made me think, "Huh?" What did my hands look like? The second that line of thought got to an end, an onslaught of panic struck me, and I started to look around and saw myself in an unfamiliar room, but at the same time, I couldn't recall what my bedroom looked like or could remember the room where I had gone to sleep. Scratch that, I couldn't remember anything about myself before waking up. The more I thought, the more terror filled my body. I couldn't remember my name or recall anything about my own identity.
With that revelation, fear emerged from within the already peaking panic, and I found myself pushing myself back till my back found the backboard of the bed, and my eyes began to roam around the room. I saw the walls covered with ripped wallpaper, cracked and patched concrete. A tiny part of my panic-free mind found that weird, as I associated walls with painted walls.
I took in the old ambiance that the room presented with ripped wallpaper, cracked and patched concrete, an old-styled wardrobe with a missing leg, and rugged and cracked furniture that decorated the room. The next moment, I remembered something and looked down as my heart thumped so loudly that I thought it would burst out of my rib cage. Then I saw the unfamiliar body that could only be described as a child's, and the dam of emotions broke. I started to hyperventilate, and sweat emerged all over my body.
I grabbed my head, trying to remember anything at all; anything about my identity; how I got here. I was looking for anything that could help me with my current situation, but nothing worked, as I couldn't pull anything out of my brain, and then it happened. A terrible headache emerged at the back of my head, spreading throughout my head. It grounded my temples, and an electric pain burned behind my eyes. Not being able to endure the pain, a guttural scream escaped from my mouth.
Within a couple of minutes, I had gone from feeling comfy in my bed to having a once-in-a-lifetime panic attack. After screaming for not knowing how much time, I saw the door to the room open, and a man barged into the room, it looked like he was saying something with a worried look on his face, but I couldn't hear anything because my ears were ringing. In a whisper, I could hear him say, "Good morning, John." Finally, I guess my body couldn't take it anymore and I blacked out.
He leaned back on the backboard of the bed, looked at the ceiling, and sighed, "John Rogers, so this is my new name, huh."
John Rogers was born in 1979 and is currently Eleven years old. the son of James and Emma Rogers, was born in England but moved to Japan and then the USA when he was young.
Unfortunately, both James and Emma Rogers are no longer in the world. They died in a car accident while racing in Japan when John was one year old.
In John's memories, he saw a lot. He saw his parents' cars and their gigantic auto shop, which were sold when they died. He saw himself trying to get away from the boys' home he was sent to because of his constant escapes from the orphanage.
How long have I been out? I guess I should let them know that I am up. John removed the thin blanket and was about to get out of bed when the door to his room opened, and the man who John had seen just before blacking out entered the room.
What's up, James Rogers? What the hell is happening? Why the fuck are you not up? You have school, said Oliver, who was the orphan keeper.
He then saw me and said, "Let's go, we have ten minutes."
So I ran to the old-styled wardrobe with a missing leg and grabbed my uniform, then put it on and ran down the stairs and entered the kitchen.
I then grabbed a dry piece of toast, stuffed it in my mouth, and ran towards the school bus with all of the other boys like a stampede of bulls.