Chapter 1 (Jane Doe)

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I can see everything going on around me. People's voices register in my mind, amongst other noises. But everything is foggy. I don't know who's standing at my bedside, let alone the stranger in a white lab coat talking to him. Their voices come out muffled, as if they're whispering. I don't understand what's going on or how I ended up here.

But something isn't right. Something is very very very wrong.

I'm not in control. I can't move my arms or legs, not even my own eye lids. I want to scream or cry or maybe even both, but my lips won't part, my vocal cords won't vibrate to make a sound, and no tears will form.

I know for sure I'm panicking and scared out of my mind; my body should be doing the same thing.

My breaths should be short and irregular.

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My body should be showing a sign, any sign, of distress, but it doesn't. Everything is normal, my heart beat, my breathing, everything except the fact that I can't control any of it, which of course only makes me panic even more. I'm a limb doll, stuck in a bed unable to control even the simplest of actions.

I don't know what's happening or how this is happening. All I know is I can't remember. Why can't remember anything? And I don't just mean what's happening now, but why can't I remember anything about me at all. Why can't I remember my own name? Cosmelia. No, that's not right. That's not my name. How the heck do I know that's not my name? For all I know, that could be my name. Why do I feel a pull at my chest hearing that name, as if it was shouting in my ears yelling at me to think the thought away? If that's not my name, what is? God, my brain is such a pile of mush.

Why can't I remember my parents? You're parentless. No, no, no. They're alive I know they are. I'm not an orphan. My father isn't always around a lot, he's incessantly working or traveling, but he's alive. Wait?! How do I know...know...What was I thinking about? I...I...I can't remember.

What the heck is happening to me?

It's like there's something in my brain trying to invade my way of thinking. Putting ridiculous thoughts in my head. Everything's entangling, I can't make out what's true or false. I'm desperately trying to claw my way into reality, to cling to anything I can think of. Trying and failing to keep these unnerving memories and thoughts that aren't mine away, but they come so naturally it feels as though they were.

It's like I have amnesia and don't at the same time. I can't remember anything, then a random thought or memory pops into my head out of nowhere and is gone just as quick.

                              I'm a                 jigsaw

    puzzle being thrown together in a rapid motion,

                          but more than half of the

    pieces are missing and some aren't even mine to

                              begin                  with.

In other words, I'm a complete and utter mess.

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