I don't know where I am, or who I am for tat matter. I remember standing in a road, looking at something monstrous. I don't remember where I was. Everything went dark. I might have been asleep, but I don't remember waking up. Supposedly my name is "Bell," The people here call me that. They keep asking how I got here, along with many other questions. This boy who is my age keeps asking why I came here? When am I going to save them? I didn't know I was supposed to save them. He gets angry sometimes. I don't know his name. I keep asking but all he says is "You know me, Bell! Come on. look at m! You know me. Why don't you remember?" He gets sad. The other people give looks of concern at me. The get sad too. They think I know them, but in reality, I don't know myself. The woman with the family talks to me. She's very kind. She sits and tells me everyone's names. Thy sound familiar. I've never heard these names, not in my life. Thy slowly avoid talking to me. Slowly go their own way, moving on with their lives. While I am forgotten into nothingness.
