Waking up not knowing where you are is one of the scariest things. Waking up surrounded by random strangers is even worse. Now you’re probably wondering why I would know this. You’re most likely thinking that that is common sense but no, I know from experience. The first thing I remember from that day is my head hurting. It felt as though my head had just been run over by a car. The next thing I realized is that there were 3 dark figures standing over me. Each of them saying “He’s coming to, go get a doctor”.

As my eye slowly focused I could realized where I was, who was surrounding me, and I could try to figure out what was going on. I was trying to look around the room but it seemed quite difficult considering the light from outside was pouring its way into the room. It was going in a direct line to my face. Then someone acknowledged that I was mentally present.

“Hey honey, how do you feel?”

I didn’t know who this person was but her voice calmed me, it almost made me forget that I had no idea where I was. I felt like I had been on vacation for a week and her words were my nice, warm bed waiting for me at home. But then my mind brought me back to reality. I realized I had never seen this woman before in my life. Then the second dark figure talked.

“Son, can’t you answer your mother when she’s talking to you?”

His voice seemed angry, disappointed and concerned all at the same time which shocked that a person can do that. Then I pick apart what he had said. Son? Mother? I had never seen these people before and yet they say that they are my parents.

I finally got the courage to say something. My mind had been going a million miles an hour yet I said nothing until this point. “Who….. Who are you people?”

At that moment the first figure, or my fake mother, turned to the third figure in the room with a concerned look. “He has no memory?” She said it with terror in her voice but it was almost as if she had known that this could have happened.

When I finally looked over at the third figure his appearance confused me. He was wearing khakis with a white button down shirt. At the top of his shirt by his neck the top was open showing a red and blue striped tie. His hair was dark black and his hair was spiked straight up. It looks as though he used a whole tub of hair gel to make his hair stand up like that. I had a feeling that if you were to touch his hair it would stab you and if with enough force could break skin.

When he finally spoke his voice was low and smooth almost like a radio deejay. “It’s ok this is perfectly normal after all he did get hit pretty hard.”

Were they talking about me? I guess that explains why my head hurts. But I don’t remember how I got hit. What hit me? Why would something hit me? Was it an accident or did someone hit me on purpose? Then it hit me.

“Who am I?” and that’s when I realized waking up and not knowing where you are or not knowing who is surrounding you is the truly scariest thing. The real scariest thing is not knowing who you are.