The darkness filled everything. It was overwhelming. Nothing was there. Nothinghad ever been there. It was just empty. Bit by bit, it was slowly eating my bodyaway. It sucked, it pulled...Then I woke up. I felt as if I'd been spun round continuously, and the person spinning me hadn't known when to stop. I opened my eyes and looked up to a ceilingI didn't recognise. I looked around it. Where was I? The room was white. My head hurt. I tried to sit up, to see where I was, but couldn't. I was too weak.I half closed my eyes. I still felt the horrible emptyness that had consumed mewhilst I was asleep. The pain in my head was getting worse, it had only been a slow pounding before.All I could think of was the pain so I closed my eyes and drifted of somewhere.I was in some sort of metal bed. It squahed me. I felt scared. Who was I? Wherewas I? A man came in. I screamed. He was holding a needle."Keep quiet girly." He injected me with the needle. Pain ran through me, forcingme into a dreamless sleep.'I opened my eyes at the sound of a door opening. A woman came in and leaned overme. I looked at her and she screamed.She had light blonde hair and was wearing a blue dress. Her name tag said 'Janey'. She was a nurse. I realised I was in a hospital. I wondered why."Oh," she said, obviously suprised,"you're awake!""Yeah..." The word felt weird around my toung, like I hadn't talked for ages."Good. I can get Doctor Simmons to come see you then." The nurse walked out of the room, fiddling with her name tag all the way.I thought about my dream. It had felt real. It had buzzed through me, like a memory. That's what I was sure it was.I tried to connect it to other memories, but didn't get any. 'I'm just dazed,' Ithought, brushing it off. I was wearing a white hospital gown and fiddled withthe thin material for a short while.Doctor Simmons came in about 15 minutes later. He was a tall man with dull brownhair and round spectacles. He looked like someone who would normally be harsh,his eyebrows were close together, nearly a monobrow. As if he was angry. They tried to straighten.He was trying not to be harsh. Why?"Hello." He said, looking at me with pity. His voice was covered in it aswell. It was almost fake. I was in a hospital for some reason though."Hi.""Right, I'll just check you over."As he did I realised I had scratches all overmy body and that I didn't remember getting them."Excuse me, but what happend?" He looked shocked. Again, it was almost fake, like he was one of those really rubbish actors. I wasn't suspitious at all."You don't remember?" I shook my head.