What if everyone you love, always leaves too soon? Chapter 4.

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I wake up to the smell of medicine, I open my one good eye slowly to see I'm in an all white room and bright lights. I try to get up startled but grown in pain. "I wouldn't recommend doing that kid.' I hear someone say, I panic "W-WHO'S THERE?" I yell "I'm doctor William T. Spears, call me William for short." "Where am I..." I say, he looks at me confused "You don't know where you are?" I nod slowly because my head was pounding. "Well, you are in a hospital, you have a couple of bruises, a cut eyelid and possibly memory loss, don't fret about your eye, it will be okay. Can you tell me who you are?" I stay quiet... "Um...Uh..." I mumble confused because I can't remember my own name. "Ok. I'm going to take that as a yes for memory loss, you can trust me, do you remember your parents names so I can contact them?" "No." I say "So.. you don't remember your parents names either?" I think for a minute "R-R-achel Phantom..hive and Vi-n-cent Phantomhive." William smiles "Excellent job, so if you'll excuse me I'm going  to locate and find your pare-" "No, you can't." He gives me a confused look. "And why exactly is that?" I pause "Because I think they're both dead." I frown frustrated that I can't remember anything. "Oh... Let me go look them up just to be sure then if you're not positive." He says and swiftly leaves the room. Great, just great. I'm stuck in a hospital with no idea what my name is, have injuries and don't even know if my parents are dead or not. But something pops back up in my head, I remember being carried by someone here, I couldn't open my eyes, but I knew that someone was carrying me. But... Who? About 5 minutes later a letter pops up in my head "C" "Hmm I think my name starts with a C... Curtis? No. Caspar? No. That's not it either. A second letter pops up in my head "I" Why can't I remember?! Ciel? Wait... That sound's awfully familiar... "Maybe I have something with me to remember my name." I check my pockets to find nothing, giving up I check my hoodie pocket and find a big blue ring. I squint and can barely just see words that say "To my loving son, Ciel Phantomhive." I think "Well, I guess that's my name..."

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