"Can you hear me?"
I blinked open my eyes, but could see nothing. I heard more shouts.
"Darling, please tell me if you can hear me!"
I slowly moved my head to the side, the snow scraping against the back of my neck. "Why is it so cold?" I murmured, and the person above me gently shook my shoulders, obviously trying to get my attention. I didn't answer his constant question, and continued to voice my own thoughts. "Why can't I see? Why is it so cold?" I repeated that question, more than once. "Why is it so cold?" The person above me was obviously freaking out.
"We're losing her!" he shouted, his voice ringing in my ears. "Please stay with us. Don't close your eyes. We'll get you out of the snow soon, just don't close your eyes," he begged, his warm hand touching my cheek.
I couldn't see him. This bothered me. Disregarding his begs, I let my lids shut. "If I can't see with them open, I might as well keep them closed," I murmured, before drifting off into some restless type of sleep.

When I woke up next, I could see this time. It was a bit blurry, but I could see, none the less. I was in a hospital. It smelled deeply of sanitation, alcohols. I wrinkled my nose, blinking my eyes, trying to clear my vision. My ears perked at the sound of voice outside my fancy little curtain.
"She's a Jane Doe. No I.D., no wallet, no cell phone, nothing."
"How did you find her?"
"Some snowboarders reported it."
"Hmm. Any wounds?"
"She has multiple large contusions on her head, arms, and legs, as well as a couple deep cuts. I've stitched up the dangerous ones."
"Attempted murder?"
"It's possible, but the only blows that could've killed her were to the head, and those appeared to only cause minor damage."
"Alright. I'll need to question her as soon as she wakes."
"Sir, I don't think that's a good--"
"Retrieve me as SOON as she wakes."
"Yes sir.."
The conversation ended and I bit my lip. What happened to me? I couldn't remember anything, hell, I couldn't even remember my own name.. I glanced up as the curtain drew open, and my doctor stepped into my little sectioned of, make-shift room.
"oh, you're awake. Drink this please." he handed me a cup of water, and I sipped on it slowly. "Can you remember anything? Your name?"
I looked up at him, and slowly shook my head, wincing in pain.
"take it easy there. I'm going to retrieve the officer." He stood and left again, but soon returned with the officer.

\\\\\\\\\\\after the questioning\\\\\\\\\\\\
I was honestly exhausted. I was tired of being asked questions. I couldn't eat, and the couldn't force me, so I just shoved the tray down at my feet, leaned my head back against my pillow and closed my eyes. "What's my name?" I asked myself, my voice but an unfamiliar rasp.

//pretty much, just jump in whatever way you can. nobody in this town knows her. she escaped a kidnapper, and uhm yeah that's all, but the kidnapper is after again so I'll need someone to play HIM.... yeah anyways, enjoy yourselves!!

My name is Thana Vera. I'm a writer and journalist. I do mostly freelance writing but I also write books. I haven't written many, but it's still fun. So most days I'll walk around town, learning anything unusual that happened. People joke that if anyone needs any information about here that I'd be the person to go too. So like usual I headed out for my walk to talk and note anything that happens. But today I learned something completely out of the ordinary. Apparently some snowboarders found some girl and she has no memories. So like any good journalist. I decided to check it out.

When I woke up next, a new tray of food was settled beside my bed. I sat up slowly, biting my lip and looking around. I absolutely hated being in unfamiliar places, especially with cold people like that officer that questioned me. I sighed quietly, running a shaking hand through my red hair before reaching over to take the glass of water from the tray. I practically dropped it as my doctor came rushing in. I sighed at the spilled water all over me, and he apologized quickly, padding my chest down with a napkin. "That officer is giving me a hard time. I'm sorry my dear."
I only nodded, unable to find the words to speak.
"There's a journalist that wanted to see you.. the town is so small, nothing interesting really happens here. You're the first even in ages."
I rolled my eyes. I couldn't find the words to snap back what I was thinking, so I kept silent, looking down at the quivering cup of water.
"So can I please bring her in?"
I shrugged in answer, setting the water back down on to the tray.

I walked into the room, notebook in hand. I saw the girl sitting there. She was pretty, her hair a slightly more vibrant shade than mine.
"Hey," I said, in be chillaxed tone. I didn't want to sound harsh or demanding, that wasn't my style. If I was going to interrogate someone it would be my way, the warmer way. Especially with someone like her, amnesiac, new to town, it would be a lot if after being questioned you were questioned by some other person you didn't know. So I smiled, honestly, and introduced myself.
"I'm Thana Vera. Freelance journalist and writer. It's nice to meet you," I waged a bit, as if to say'yes I finished introducing myself' before continuing a bit more, "I'm the one to ask if you need information or help with town residents or getting around town."

I managed a weak smile, nodding my head slowly. Still no words slipped from my lips. It's not like I could introduce myself; I couldn't remember my own name. I looked down at my hands, which were still fresh from when they had found me earlier that day. I licked my lips, looking up at the long-haired girl once more, gently shrugging my shoulders. I didn't know how to say I had no questions for her, but I could see in her eyes that she had questions for me. I nodded slowly at her again, telling her to just continue. I already knew it was coming. I just hoped she wouldn't be as harsh as the officer. HE reminded me too much of the man who had inflicted all this pain on me, and he was someone I truly didn't want to remember.

"As you can probably tell, I do have questions. But they're probably different from the ones you were asked before. So, first one. How does it feel being an amnesiac, what's it like?" I asked out of pure curiosity. What was something like that really like. I opened my notebook, flipping to a new page. Prepared to write down anything I liked. Some I would use fore journalism, and some I might use for writing. I really do like knowing how people think in different situations, it's really interesting. And in a small town like this knowing what it's like to be an amnesiac was nearly impossible. So I got grasp this opportunity. But I gotta make sure I'm not overbearing.

I blinked at her, biting my lip. I shrugged slowly, turning my gaze back down to my hands. I didn't want to answer. No. I didn't know how to answer. I opened my mouth, hoping words would magically come out, but nothing happened for me. I sighed quietly, shaking my head. I couldn't answer. I was an amnesiac, and maybe that would cause me to forget to speak. That would be my excuse, if I did ever decide to speakagain. I shrugged my shoulders again, avoiding her gaze. Maybe she would understand that I couldn't speak. I hoped she would understand, I really didn't want to try and explain and hell, embarrass myself in front of this girl.

I noticed the girl's motions. I was fine if she didn't know. It didn't really bother me. I still had a few more questions. One that didn't really concern memories at all.
" What are you going to use for a name? You're bound to need one," I questioned. It was an important one to ask. Names helped people be unique. So she would need one.

I shrugged again. How long was it going to take her to realize I didn't know how to speak? I opened my mouth once more, bit my lip, and shut it again. I couldn't speak. No matter how hard I tried to push words out, I couldn't do it. I sighed gently, shaking my head sadly. I wanted to talk, I really did. The answers to her questions were swarming in my mind, but I just didn't know hot to express them. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I sent her a silent gaze of sorrow, hoping at least that would get her to understand, though I saw her reading it more as another, more somber, 'I don't know.'