Can you tell me who I am?
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2015 6:54 am
WARNING: HYPHEMA AHEAD
First of all, I would like to introduce myself.
куртка is the name, or Kurtka.
It means jacket in russian
I´m from Chile, and I always wanted to write a fan-fiction with an OC, but didn´t try until now.
Well, the thing is, English is not my native language and,most likely, you have a lot of grammar and punctuation mistakes ahead.
I would really appreciate help on this matter, because lately I´ve had a lot of ideas for the plot of this history.
It maybe a little bit... cliché i guess? You may understand what I´m talking about when you read.
(Also,I know that the history doesn´t seem too KS related,but I will elaborate on that later on the next chapters,as well as a proper description of the character.)
Thanks!
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Chapter 1
White Noise.
That's all I can hear.
"What time is it?"
Or, well, that's what I was expecting to hear,but nothing comes out.
"..."
No sound.
"..."
No voice.
I try to speak up a bit.
"... mmmf!!!"
I feel a sharp pain in my throat, so I put my hand on my neck. I touch what feels like a scar, it seems like it goes down the entire length of my neck.
I feel a door opening, and then I realize where I am right now. A hospital room, complete with a sterile smell, like antiseptics and walls of a pale green color.
"Mister..."
The nurse, seemingly puzzled by something, turns the TV off and clears her throat, as if she was preparing to give an important speech"
"Sir,this might be a somewhat odd question but... could you please tell me your name?"
What?
"..."
"I know you may be somewhat surprised to hear this question, and... it's... kind of my first day here and..."
What?
As soon a she ends with her excuse, I hear footsteps outside the room, but the nurse doesn't seem to notice.
"Well, you don´t have to speak to me if you don't want to, I mean, it is kind of late after all"
This person has to be one of the least reassuring nurses I remember.
But that seems to be the problem.
I can't remember.
Nothing.
I reach to my head, and I feel bandages around it.
Noticing a weak white light,I stand up from my bed and look outside. It´s snowing and there is a forest outside.
"H-hey! You shouldn't get up from bed,you seem to have a concussion!"
Just when she finishes the sentence, I hear someone enter the room.
"Nurse! What is the patient doing out of bed!"
"I-i'm sorry, chief"
"Please go back to the lower floor and do a quick inspection on the rooms"
"Y-y-yes chief!"
"Also, please stop calling me chief"
"Yes chi... I mean H-head Nurse!"
I keep staring at the forest, and the moonlight that reflects in the trees, that by now, are full of snow.
"Miss Hibiki, please go back to bed"
Miss?
As I return to bed, I give a confused glance at the nurse. Why did the nurse called me Mister?
"Sorry, it was a rookie mistake from the nurse, it´s her first day here"
Well enough of that,now to the main question.
Who am I?
Trying to communicate to the nurse will be a hard task but, unlike the previous nurse, she should be aware of my condition.
I make a gesture imitating pen and paper, hoping she would understand.
"Immediately, Miss Hibiki"
Hibiki, huh? Quite ironic.
After a minute or two she comes back and hands me a little notepad with a pen.
Deciding that I want answers now, I write the big question.
[Who am I?]
I hand her the notepad. She reads the question and gives me a surprised look.
"You don´t remember?"
I shake my head.
"Well, then that is a rather good question, Miss, we found an ID card in your clothing, but after further inspection we realized that it was fake, excluding the photo. We are currently using the name from the ID. We hope that doesn't bother you."
I shake my head again. Even though I don´t like the idea of using a name that may be fake, I don't really hate it, it's like a bad joke.
But I think it´s funny.
"We have the police informed about the situation, we just gave them the ID card so they can make at least a search in their data banks
using your photo. With enough luck,we should be able to contact your family in less than a week"
I take my time to think about her words. What made me lose my memory? I am guessing it's related to the bandages in my head.
I move the pen a bit.
"I am assuming you have more questions."
She gives back the notepad and I start writing.
[What happened to me and who brought me here?]
I give her the notepad.
"Well, you arrived with a severe concussion and a wound in the throat, you fell down from a building and ended up on a fence.
We have treated similar wounds before; you were lucky that,somehow,the tube didn't pierce through your neck."
Lucky? Well,not exactly, i'm afraid.
"As to who brought you here, well, we received an anonymous call around 3 AM, which just specified that there was an emergency, without adding any detail.When the ambulance was there, there was nobody in sight"
Did someone tried to kill me? That would explain the fake ID,though I don't understand why it would have the same photo, if the objective was to mislead the
police.
I get the notepad back and write the last question.
[Will I be able to recover my memory and my voice]
"Well, the brain is somewhat unpredictable, but it is possible. Your brain didn't seem to be damaged enough to have permanent issues."
I sigh,or at least try doing so.
"Your voice,in the other hand... Unfortunately,your throat was damaged severely,and we only managed to recover your breathing. I'm afraid that your
vocal cords were beyond repair"
I wasn't expecting that.
Then I realize about something.
Do I want to recover my memory now?
Do I want to remember who I was?
And...
Do I want to remember my own voice?.
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First of all, I would like to introduce myself.
куртка is the name, or Kurtka.
It means jacket in russian
I´m from Chile, and I always wanted to write a fan-fiction with an OC, but didn´t try until now.
Well, the thing is, English is not my native language and,most likely, you have a lot of grammar and punctuation mistakes ahead.
I would really appreciate help on this matter, because lately I´ve had a lot of ideas for the plot of this history.
It maybe a little bit... cliché i guess? You may understand what I´m talking about when you read.
(Also,I know that the history doesn´t seem too KS related,but I will elaborate on that later on the next chapters,as well as a proper description of the character.)
Thanks!
-----------------------------------
Chapter 1
White Noise.
That's all I can hear.
"What time is it?"
Or, well, that's what I was expecting to hear,but nothing comes out.
"..."
No sound.
"..."
No voice.
I try to speak up a bit.
"... mmmf!!!"
I feel a sharp pain in my throat, so I put my hand on my neck. I touch what feels like a scar, it seems like it goes down the entire length of my neck.
I feel a door opening, and then I realize where I am right now. A hospital room, complete with a sterile smell, like antiseptics and walls of a pale green color.
"Mister..."
The nurse, seemingly puzzled by something, turns the TV off and clears her throat, as if she was preparing to give an important speech"
"Sir,this might be a somewhat odd question but... could you please tell me your name?"
What?
"..."
"I know you may be somewhat surprised to hear this question, and... it's... kind of my first day here and..."
What?
As soon a she ends with her excuse, I hear footsteps outside the room, but the nurse doesn't seem to notice.
"Well, you don´t have to speak to me if you don't want to, I mean, it is kind of late after all"
This person has to be one of the least reassuring nurses I remember.
But that seems to be the problem.
I can't remember.
Nothing.
I reach to my head, and I feel bandages around it.
Noticing a weak white light,I stand up from my bed and look outside. It´s snowing and there is a forest outside.
"H-hey! You shouldn't get up from bed,you seem to have a concussion!"
Just when she finishes the sentence, I hear someone enter the room.
"Nurse! What is the patient doing out of bed!"
"I-i'm sorry, chief"
"Please go back to the lower floor and do a quick inspection on the rooms"
"Y-y-yes chief!"
"Also, please stop calling me chief"
"Yes chi... I mean H-head Nurse!"
I keep staring at the forest, and the moonlight that reflects in the trees, that by now, are full of snow.
"Miss Hibiki, please go back to bed"
Miss?
As I return to bed, I give a confused glance at the nurse. Why did the nurse called me Mister?
"Sorry, it was a rookie mistake from the nurse, it´s her first day here"
Well enough of that,now to the main question.
Who am I?
Trying to communicate to the nurse will be a hard task but, unlike the previous nurse, she should be aware of my condition.
I make a gesture imitating pen and paper, hoping she would understand.
"Immediately, Miss Hibiki"
Hibiki, huh? Quite ironic.
After a minute or two she comes back and hands me a little notepad with a pen.
Deciding that I want answers now, I write the big question.
[Who am I?]
I hand her the notepad. She reads the question and gives me a surprised look.
"You don´t remember?"
I shake my head.
"Well, then that is a rather good question, Miss, we found an ID card in your clothing, but after further inspection we realized that it was fake, excluding the photo. We are currently using the name from the ID. We hope that doesn't bother you."
I shake my head again. Even though I don´t like the idea of using a name that may be fake, I don't really hate it, it's like a bad joke.
But I think it´s funny.
"We have the police informed about the situation, we just gave them the ID card so they can make at least a search in their data banks
using your photo. With enough luck,we should be able to contact your family in less than a week"
I take my time to think about her words. What made me lose my memory? I am guessing it's related to the bandages in my head.
I move the pen a bit.
"I am assuming you have more questions."
She gives back the notepad and I start writing.
[What happened to me and who brought me here?]
I give her the notepad.
"Well, you arrived with a severe concussion and a wound in the throat, you fell down from a building and ended up on a fence.
We have treated similar wounds before; you were lucky that,somehow,the tube didn't pierce through your neck."
Lucky? Well,not exactly, i'm afraid.
"As to who brought you here, well, we received an anonymous call around 3 AM, which just specified that there was an emergency, without adding any detail.When the ambulance was there, there was nobody in sight"
Did someone tried to kill me? That would explain the fake ID,though I don't understand why it would have the same photo, if the objective was to mislead the
police.
I get the notepad back and write the last question.
[Will I be able to recover my memory and my voice]
"Well, the brain is somewhat unpredictable, but it is possible. Your brain didn't seem to be damaged enough to have permanent issues."
I sigh,or at least try doing so.
"Your voice,in the other hand... Unfortunately,your throat was damaged severely,and we only managed to recover your breathing. I'm afraid that your
vocal cords were beyond repair"
I wasn't expecting that.
Then I realize about something.
Do I want to recover my memory now?
Do I want to remember who I was?
And...
Do I want to remember my own voice?.
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