The Beginning

All I wanted was to be trusted. I didn't mean for it to end like this. What did I do? 

Somehow when I woke up on January 5th I decided to.....

See that's the thing I don't know what I decided.

I woke up here, in Brookfield Mental Institution. 

I only know because of a small sign over the bed

I don't even know where Brookfield is.

By my side lay a small, blank book.

All I saw was "I woke up  on the 5th of January and decided to.."

What?

I don't know.

When?

I have no idea.

How?

Still clueless.

Every morning I wake to a bowl of oatmeal, a cup of peaches, and a glass of water.

I sit and think until I get suddenly sleepy.

Then I wake up to another meal of chicken soup, crackers, and juice.

I once again become lost in thought until the wooziness sets in.

And I once more, eat the meal of beef, bread, steamed carrots, and water.

I don't know my name.

Or my age.

Or even what I look like.

But I remember one thing:

An address

138 Whitman Drive

That is the only clue to my past...

And the only hope for my future.

Reviews

[Emunah June.]

Thats strong. Very strong. I want to read more.

Makes me wonder...what did this person do on the 5th of January?

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong start to the story. I like feel of confusion and not understanding where the person is. You gave enough information to make the reader want to know more. This is a very powerful start with many mysteries to unlock. Thank you for the excellent opening chapter.
Coyote