Brainiacts of the Nightosphere!!! discussion

Umm, im not sure how this story will end up, but i guess i'll just see as i go, also if you see a major plot hole or you just dont like it, please do tell me. I know im no good at writing, and id lke to improve. I dont mind critisism.

Okay!!!!!!

...ill do this later, i have this other story im working on, but i'll try to start this tomorrow

Good!

LOL! so much for 'tomorrow!'...ahh well, better late than never XD:


I woke up with a start, not sure where I was or what I was doing. All around me was white; white walls, white pillow cases, an empty white table, a white door. Door? Doors are exits, and this place looks like a hospital, I should probably scram before something bad happens. And something bad always happens. I slid off the bed and immediately crumpled to the ground, suppressing a yelp. Pain shot up my left leg and after a quick inspection, I saw that it was wrapped in a thin layer of a concrete like cloth. I don't remember hurting my leg. In fact, I don't remember anything. Not my name, my parents, my past life, it was as if my memory was wiped clean. Slowly, and painfully, I got up onto my feet and walked out the stiffness in my sore muscles. My left leg felt like pure agony and the rest of my felt like I'd just been used as a punching bag. I sat down on an off-white couch in the corner and studied the rest of me. My arms were bruised and cut and my head throbbed painfully. What in the world happened? I heard the clanging of metal outside my door and someone walked in. It was a tall, strict looking man who, according to his name tag, was Dr. J. Smith.
“Good morning Gwen, and how are you feeling today?” He asked, without looking up from his clipboard. Gwen? Was that my name? It didn't sound right. I didn't answer. “What's the matter, have you gone mute from the accident?” He asked, his voice humourless. I looked at him, frowning slightly. Something about the doctor didn't seem right. He looked up at me, his face a mask. “I've never liked talking to myself you know.” He said, bored. I cleared my throat but stayed silent. He was quiet too, and just watched me, his black eyes staring daggers at me. After a while, he nodded curtly and said, “keep this up, and you'll never get out of here.”
“Where is here?” I asked now, my voice hoarse. I noticed that there was a slight lilt in my voice, though not too evident. He smiled, happy that he was making some progress.
“Excellent. And how is your leg?” He said, gesturing to the cast, ignoring my question.
“Broken.” I replied, in the same tone. I saw him scribbling something onto his clipboard then nod, satisfied.
“And is there anything you would like?”
“Yes, I would like my freedom back. As well as my memory and some information.” I told him. “And food.” I added, noting my hunger.
“Yes of course, I will have some breakfast sent up here immediately.”
“What about everything else?” I asked him.
“Here's the problem with your other requests. We don't have your memory, we can not tell you more than you already know, and we don't want to let you free for safety reasons.”
“We?” I asked, probing him.
“Yes, as you probably would have figured by now, I do not operate this institution alone.”
“An institution? So like a school?” I asked seeing an image of a three story building flash in and out of my mind before I could process it.
“Yes something like a school.”
“What's a doctor doing in a school?”
“I'm part of the infirmary. I help students recover from traumatic incidents, as I am doing with you.”
“So what happened to me.”
“That should all come back to you soon enough, and I would hate to interfere with your recovery period.”
“By all means, interfere all you want.” I told him, serious. He watched me for a while scribbled something else onto his clipboard, and left. I slumped back in my chair, not realizing how tired I was and fell asleep on the couch. Oblivious to the fact that a while later, someone came in, put a breakfast tray down, and left. I did register though that they turned off the lights as they left since they were off when I awoke to the grumbling of my own stomach.