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                      LOST IN MY MIND, THAT DOESN’T EVEN FEEL           LIKE MINE: ( solo para )                                             tears, skepticism and darkness.

SETTING: A Hospital. SUMMARY: Puck wakes up in a hospital, only to realize he doesn’t remember a thing. POSSIBLE TRIGGER(S):  N/A

He laid there on a freezing metal table trying to blink the haziness from his vision. He woke up in a state of skepticism; confusion couldn’t start to portray the way he was feeling.  The fluorescent bright bulbs directly over his head caused his eyes to begin watering. A combination of groans came past his lips as he sat up gradually and looked around the strange room. It seemed like a hospital room, everything was carefully placed and it seemed very spotless. The place looked far from memorable and had a distinct odor to it. He wasn’t sure what but didn’t care because he was confused beyond belief. Looking down at himself he noticed he had on a pair of jeans, a plain black shirt that was topped with a few jackets, and matched with a pair of shoes. Spotting a sink in the corner of the undersized room he gradually hopped off the table, immediately stopping when his forearm had an uneasy amount of pain shoot through it. Common sense made his opposite hand move quickly to cover the throbbing area. It was as if someone had dug a knife into his skin and guided it up and down his flesh. Was he in some type of accident? Is that why he was here and couldn’t remember a thing?

He slowly made his way to the sink and positioned his hands on both sides to hold his body weight up. What was going on? What was happening? Where was he? He couldn’t remember a thing and it was really starting to affect him. Slowly guiding one hand forward he grabbed the handle, turning it to allow freezing water to make its way out of the faucet. Letting out multiple deep breaths he placed his hands, palms up, under the freezing water, slightly bent his face down and flung the water up onto his face. Splashing his face, along with the collar of his shirt, never felt so good. It caused his body to shiver and goosebumps to pop up on his skin, it was a good feeling that he was fine with, and it kind of woke him up from his fog. Looking around the room through wet eyes he spotted a towel beside him and dried himself off. Slowly lifting his face away from his hands he looked up at himself in the mirror. He still resembled himself, at least he thought so. He took his right hand and expanded his fingers, placing his thumb on the right side of his face and his other fingers on the left. Examining himself he slowly turned his face from side to side. Even if he didn’t look similar to his old self he was perfectly fine with his new look. There were no cuts or bruises across his skin, making an accident seem less likely. The only thing he could find physically wrong was his arm, emotionally was entirely a different thing.

Turning the water off he tossed the towel on the waxed floor and walked around the room trying to find any type of clue leading to who exactly he was. Finding a few small drawers below the sink he flung them open only to find medical supplies. Flipping through the last drawer full of papers, he found nothing but pamphlets and prescription pads. Slamming the drawer shut as hard as his strength would allow it went back in place only to fly back open. Making his way back over to the table he woke up on he saw a another jacket laid across the head of it. He picked it up an examined it before checking every pocket he could find. Finding a cell phone in the side pocket he took it out and held it in his hand. He didn’t remember it and it didn’t even look like it was his. Taking his thumb he slid it across the bright screen and flipped through contacts and found nothing. Flipping through texts he found nothing and then he got the same result when he went to recent calls. This couldn’t have been his phone it was blank. He thought the jacket was a lost cause until he felt something deep inside the chest pocket. Finding a small card he grabbed it and pulled it out carefully, not willing to rip the only thing that could tell him what was happening.

Taking the paper in his hand he tossed the jacket back on the table and read it aloud. “Number 968124…” He stopped as he thought to himself. What was this number shit about? Trying to gather himself he closed his eyes tight and took in multiple deep breaths. Opening his eyes slowly he looked back down at the paper and finished what was left.  “Name: Noah Puck/erman.  Age: 26. Date of Birth: October 13. Las Vegas, Nevada.” He finished as his voice echoed through the small room. His head shot up and he looked around trying to gather if anyone was with him but he was alone. What did all this mean? Why was he here in this room? What was this card in his hand that had this name on it?  It had to have been his information because no one else was there.

Stuffing the card in his pants pocket he looked around for anything that might have been his and made his way to the door. Turning the knob it wasn’t locked so that was a very good sign in his mind. He stuck his head out into the hallway and saw nothing but white walls extending on each side of him. No one was in sight so he quickly made his way down the abandoned hallway. Putting his arms through the jacket he found he put it on and made his way down the hall, trying to get out of there as soon as possible. Seeing a desk far up to his left he started to panic and become curious at the same time. Making his way slowly up the hall he saw a woman at the desk. He passed by her quickly and nodding with a slight nervous yet satisfying grin on his face to make it seem like he knew where he was going.

Rounding a corner he saw a big red sign that flashed exit and took off for it in a dash. He suddenly stopped when his head got this awful pain. It hurt badly enough for him to stumble into the wall causing him to gradually slide down it as his hands gripped onto his face. Sitting on the floor he tried to press his temples as he closed his eyes and hissed at the pain. Then like magic the back of his eye lids started to play a movie through his mind. Everything was blurry until his vision started to zoom in on a random house. Puck didn’t know what was happening it was as if was standing there in the drive way and couldn’t move. His mind jerked when he saw the front door fly open and saw some lady in a business suit trying to drag something out of the house. Watching silently he saw a little boy with and curly black hair, no older than six years old, being pushed out behind her as he cried out. He was holding tightly onto some mans leg begging. He couldn’t see the faces of the man or woman but he could see the little boys perfectly fine. The boy looked familiar to him but he couldn’t figure out why or how. “Please!” He heard the little boy shout. “I’ll be good, I promise. I don’t wanna leave here. Please, don’t make me leave.”The little boy now screaming as his hands got unwrapped from the man’s leg and drug away. What was happening? He tried to make it stop but he couldn’t. Watching from afar he tried to yell at them but when he opened his mouth nothing came out. He tried to look away as the little boy got dragged away kicking and screaming but his body wouldn’t let him. He suddenly saw the little boy in the back window of the SUV he was placed in crying as he braced his hands on the window. Puck hadn’t noticed before but as the car vanished from his vision he felt tears roll down his cheeks.

Literally, within a blink of an eye it was over. His head shot up and he looked around noticing he was still alone. He hadn’t noticed before but somehow he ended up in the corner, which before was a few feet away, with his knees up tightly against his chest and was uncontrollably rocking himself as tears streamed down his face. The headache was slowly going away and he loosened the grip he had on himself as he wiped his cheeks dry and stood up quickly making his way to the door. Bursting through the door he nearly fell noticing the crowd of people standing outside of the door. Second nature caused him to bring his fists up to his chest but lowered them when he noticed they weren’t coming after him. He walked past them quickly to notice it was dark outside, looking around he had no idea where we was or who he was. All he had was this card and some outrageous thought running through his mind. Walking out into the street he noticed people out and about as if nothing was wrong in their world.