I let out a groan of frustration and leaned up against the wall for support. Lincoln asked if I was alright, but I ignored him and focused on the hole where my memories once were. I tried to think of my name and anything before I woke up bound in that room, but the memories eluded me. It was like they were on the tip of my tongue, yet every time I got close to an answer it disappeared.
Giving up on that, I turned my thoughts to other information, and thankfully not every bit of me had been erased from my mind. I knew that I was sixteen, and I knew what I looked like. I was thin and average height with straight, medium length, brown hair. I remembered that my eyes were my favorite part of me, not that I was vain or anything, but they were my most unique feature. My left eye was a light green, while my right eye was deep blue. I had a few scars on my body, but my most noticeable was a thick crescent scar under my right eye that ran from one side to the other. Like everything else, however, I had no idea how I got it.
I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me from my confused thoughts. I saw Lincoln looking at me with concern and I realized that I had been vacantly staring up at the ceiling while trying to piece together my identity. “You aren’t sick or anything are you?” He asked.
I gave him a weary grin “In a way, yes. You asked me who I was and what my name is. Well the truth is,” I sighed, “your guess is as good as mine.”
“Wait, so you don’t know who you are?” He asked, removing his hand and I nodded. “No name?” I nodded again. “Nothing at all?”
“Nothing at all.” I repeated bitterly.
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