I woke up in a cold sweat and I just lied there, trying to get my breathing under control. After a few more minutes, I rolled over to check the time.
That was early, even for me, but I lied back down and closed my eyes. These were the moments that I enjoyed the most. The moments that I could relax the most. Just lying in my bed, not doing anything but breathing. In these moments I was able to contemplate about the joys of life. In these moments I escaped the stress of daily worries or nightly terrors.
Well, they weren't really nightmares but they weren't exactly pleasant dreams either. And they were always different each night. Some nights its strange worlds I have to save, or enemies I have to defeat, but most of the time there is a lot of running. Other nights it's the last thing I remember, the night I woke up. It's been about a year now and I still haven't been able to escape the dreams, but sometimes they feel more like memories.
When I woke I didn't know anything. Nothing about the word I live in or the person I was. After months of therapy, I knew as much as anyone else did of the world. I mean it's because of the therapy that I now know the strange mechanical creatures I saw the night I woke up were actually a way of transportation called cars, but I only knew one thing about myself. A single name was all I got out of that therapy and for all I knew it could be my mother's or a friend or my pet. Heck, it could even be my childhood doll. But it was the only name I had, so I took it as my own.
Beep, Beep. Beep, Beep. Beep, Beep.
Sighing, I roll over to hit the dismiss button and get out of bed. With my sanctuary interrupted, I continued on with my life. I went to take a quick shower and get changed. I walk out of my bathroom wearing faded, ripped jeans, deep red long sleeve shirt, and leather jacket. I grab my favourite multi coloured scarf and I set off on my way to therapy.
One thing I haven't been able to learn is how to drive, so I am forced to walk everywhere. Fortunately I don't mind walking, in fact I rather enjoy it. It came second best to lying in my bed, not quite as relaxing but at least I was somewhat alone with my thoughts. You know, besides the hundred odd other people walking with me.
When I reach my therapist, I am asked the same questions as the last hundred or so other times I've been here, and I give the same answers.
How have you been? - Fine
Do you remember anything? - No
Any dreams? - Yes
Care to tell me about them - No
I don't care about these sessions any more. They are pointless and waste time that I could be doing actual things with my life. I'm forced to do these sessions by the government. When they found me, they also found some kind of space craft. And for whatever reason they were insistent on me remembering. Thinking I would be connected to the craft, but how should I know. After half an hour of more pointless questions, the session was over and I walked out of the building, on my way to school.
Yes, even a girl with amnesia can go to school. Well, the government is paying for my tuition, kind of like a reward for cooperating, I guess. I training to become a police officer. I think if the government weren't involved, I wouldn't be allowed, but I'm in now. I don't know why I want to be an officer but I've always had this urge to fight evil and protect the good. And as far as I know, that's what police do, so that's what I want to do.
I look down at my digital watch (I still have trouble reading analogue time). The time blares 8:21 and I start picking up my pace, I'm racing the clock to get to school on time now. School starts at 8:30 and I'm miles away. After a few minutes of running down the street I stop dead in my tracks.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something out of place and strangely blue. I felt like I had seen that blue box before, but I just couldn't place where. I stood there, staring at it, while the world passed by me. I knew I would be late for sure now, but I just needed to know where I had seen this... this... Police Box? I read of the sign on the top of the box. So that was what this was, a police box? I took a step closer to read a smaller sign on the door.
for use of
advice and assistance
officers & cars
respond to all calls
pull to open
What the heck did that mean? My thoughts were interrupted by a voice exclaiming a single word.