Hello. I guess I should write in this book, but I can't see why. My doctor said that I should keep it with me to express my feelings and thoughts about my current situation. However, I don't have much to say. I have no recollection of what occurred before my supposed accident, or any understanding of what to do in the present. The doctor had a word that he used to describe me at this time: an amnesiac. It's a funny word, but it means that I'm a person with amnesia. A girl with no memory, that's who I am.

Oh yeah, apparently my name is Lizzy. Elizabeth Fiore Mamoru Belle. What a name to have. It sounds exotic and very familiar. I wonder why I have such a long name. I'm trying to remember myself, but it's not working. I've already looked in the mirror to catch a glimpse of myself, to see if glancing at a mirror can help remember myself. Nothing. A pale girl with black hair and golden-brown eyes in hospital attire, utterly clueless of the world around her. That is me. Nothing more and nothing less.

Apparently, I have a family too. Their names are Leilani, Ronald, Jarod, and James Wood. The doctor told me this as he introduced my family members one by one. They were in tears, looking at me. Were their looks of contempt? Anger? Sympathy? At that moment, I couldn't figure it out. I wish I did. That way I would at least decipher what was going on, or what happened to me. It would be nice to know.

Did I have friends? Extensive family? What were my hobbies? My favorite colors? Did I like watching TV? Playing video games? These are questions that are going to haunt me for as long as I don't know myself. I guess that's okay. Do I need to know all of the answers right now? But if I don't know, how can I move forward? How can I remember the things I need to do without knowing what or how I need to do it? What a weird way to think. Has my thinking been always like that?

I don't know but I kind of hate this, not knowing and having to discover all over again. It's almost like a puzzle, except it's the pieces of myself that I have to put together. I wonder if doctors have to deal with this type of thing all the time. If they do, I feel sorry for them. It must be rough for them to help patients learn themselves again. The patients themselves must be so frustrated, perhaps even more than me.

But I shouldn't write any further about this. I know that this is my journal, but who knows if the doctors would use this to help me start to remember. I guess I'm trying to be careful with myself and how much I share. I wonder why I think this way. I desperately want to know. I want to know everything about me...

Lizzy wrote out the last sentence with a sigh. "Will I ever know?" she said to herself. Suddenly, she heard the door knock in her hospital room and a nurse stepped in with a soft smile.

"Are you ready, Elizabeth?" the nurse asked.

"Oh, it's time already?" Lizzy said, not bothered with the nurse saying her full first name. "Okay, give me a moment!" She slid to the side of her hospital bed and held the wheelchair handle with one hand and kept one of her hands on the bed. She slowly stepped off the bed and quickly got in the wheelchair. "Wow, that was easier than yesterday."

"It certainly looked like it," the nurse agreed. "Do you need me to take you to the rehabilitation center?"

"I think I'll be ok." Lizzy wheeled over to the nurse and said with a grin, "I'm ready!"

"Good luck out there, kiddo!"

"Thanks! I'll do my best." Lizzy immediately went off in a specific direction, leaving the nurse to close the door.

"She hasn't changed a bit," the nurse said with a chuckle. "Even with her amnesia."Thanks for reading the prologue! The next update should be around Wednesday or Thursday, it depends on how busy I would be. But anyway, see you on the next chapter!:)