Lost Child

Lost Child

The room is always the same.

A white room. Everything's white.

The floor, the ceiling, the walls, the bed. Even the clothes I'm wearing.

I'm waiting there, but I'm not sure why.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I never know what's  going on.

Sometimes that worries me.

...It's always like this.....

That's when...they appear again.

They bring me to the another room.

I don't know who they are, but something tells me the white room is theirs,

so I try to talk to them.

"Where is this?"

I move my mouth, but nothing comes out.

Their faces are fuzzy. I can't make them out.

I desperately try to call out.

"Where am I?"

"Why am I here?"

"Who...am I...?"

"Please...tell me..."

But they never hear me.

They never, ever do...

Then…

I'm...I'm back in the room.

The same room I've been in so many times before.

...The white room.

I look around...

...but I still don't know why I'm here, or what I'm supposed to do, or...

anything. I...never know anything...

"Never..."

But...wait... Something's different.

The person standing in front of me speaks, for the first time.

"Look at that."

She points toward a giant mirror.

I can see myself in it.

I had no idea there was something like this in here.

I...I can't turn away...

At first I assumed it was me, but the person in the mirror...it's someone else.

It's not me...but I knew them once.

I knew them...

A very long time ago...

Before I lost my memories...

A long, long time ago...

But...I can't remember them anymore.

"You're not me. Who...are you?"

The person in the mirror asks me, but I don't know the answer.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

I can't remember...

Who is he?

And...

 Who......am I?