A Girl Forgotten

_Gunshot

"It's early." He said to himself.

He was out of town walking through the ally way to get there quicker. The shortcuts he took made it easier to live his life. He knew how to save and how to build. He needed to survive or something according to advice. The gunshot was to quick as he started to limp. He had to run he made it to a sewer drain. The water was going around him the smell unbearable. He couldn't help, but start to fall asleep. The sirens rang red with melancholy in the drifting night air.

"Good morning." She smiled as the crowd roared with laughter in his mind.

He was still weary and laying in his hospital bed. How embarrassed he was, but who was he. John Doe was all he could read. He wondered why he was staring at her and why she was staring back at him. He couldn't help, but notice that she kept adjusting him.

"I'm your nurse." She smiled to him. "My name is Abigail."

"Hey, Abigail, how are you?" He murmured out.

"Good morning." She said smiling to him.

He looked upset, in a state of grieving still. He wouldn't be able to live with himself the pain from it ripping through his flesh. That feeling couldn't stop his mind. He worried about the days to come. It all felt over now to be placed in such a way in life was unfair to him.

"You, can't feel down now!" She said. She was still over his bed fixing the IV's that hung beside him.

" I ..." He looked at her. "My name ..."

"Stay calm." She reminded. "I'm going to get the doctor."

"With less than two hundred thousand cases a year. I never thought that this would happened. We are glad that you are here, though as we build a new identity and vocabulary." The doctor smiled.

" My name?" He looked.

"Let's call you Jack, okay!" The doctor smiled. 'There will be more tomorrow."

"Okay." Jack smiled to them.

He got up earlier, excited everyday. He could not help, but smile as he grown more and more in his mind. She enjoyed him everyday still as he was ready to leave. His hospital stay was growing over he could not run away quick, enough. They she felt lucky not to lose him she would have to follow him out there. He needed occupational still. They grew closer everyday, but made sure not to cross the line. He would smile even more if he could.

"Ah!" He screamed in the night.

The fear of not knowing bothered her now that he could not stop seeing her in his dreams. He was smiling non-stop to her, though. The feeling of fear still taking effect on him. He kept seeing her in the halls her long black hair and brown eyes gazing into him, gazing in his. Trying to make him remember the moment. The days before he was shot. The gory beginning and the beautiful awaking. Trying to bring back his memories. Fighting to make him remember.

"Kathrine!" He hollered out loud.

The nurse came running into the his bedroom, knowing he was in trouble his mind to much bent. From her memory in the dark. He just kept thinking of her. The knowing and misleading. At the moment of believing. He could not help, but be in love, again. He knew now she was gone. He could not stop the grief.

"Ah!" Came from the nurse.

Danger was outside of his house now! He ran into save her from him. He could not let her pass on, too. He needed to be strong and willful. She was dying in his mind. Could not believe the danger of all of them from one person. She was safe now after them blow to the back of the guys head.