"Can you hear me? Sir? Sir, can you hear me? Can you tell me your name?"
My eyelids fluttered and I rolled over. Metal clinked together, my restraints preventing me from moving far. I slumped back and I finished blinking away the sleep. My room was cast in darkness all the color drained away by the light of the moon shining through the window. I grumbled, annoyed my medication wore off again.
Gaze darting to the door, I strained my ears to listen. Footsteps echoed down the hall, growing fainter as the orderly made his rounds. Satisfied I wouldn't be discovered, I stretched, fingers groping under the mattress until I found the stash of pills I swapped with another patient. They stuck in my throat as I forced them down.
Hunger rumbled in me, clawing at my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut, a soft whimper escaping me. Always in the dead of night hunger welled in me. It tore through my like a hurricane, shredding my thoughts. I felt mindless when the hunger came, helpless against it. Finally, when the medicine started kicking in the hunger released me, sleep my only relief.
My life was a mystery to me, the start of my memories waking to a paramedic hovering over me with a small flashlight. Everything before that; my name, where I lived, even how I got into the accident was a mystery. My mind was a blank slate with no answers.
With no clues to my identity I ended at Wells Institute. The doctors worked with me every day, trying to coax my mind into answering. All they discovered was an eating disorder. I threw up the food I ate, racing to the bathroom or nearest trashcan. I couldn't stop myself, couldn't resist the urge to purge the food. I was tested for food allergies, diet after diet tried. Nothing worked and often I found myself bed stricken; too weak from lack of nutrition to move.
Finally a liquid diet was tried and found moderate success. I sucked protein shakes down, chugged water and guzzled juices like my life depended on it. Despite my energy restored I still hungered for more, every night waking to it coursing through me like a poison.
I wish I knew what was wrong with me. I wish I knew what happened to me. The answers are there, I know it! Stuck in the unknown, waiting for me to discover who I am.