Amnesia

I started awakening slowly, my head still a little fuzzy.

Where am I? This doesn't look like a very happy place! It's all dark, and scary! Who would want to live here?

I slowly started getting myself up and took a better look around this strange place. It looked like one of those old creepy mansions! Why on earth would I want to live here? It's dark and scary and, doesn't look very nice! Hold on got to get hold of myself! First of all who am I? The last thing I remember was trying to get some food from the top of the refrigerator, but nothing else. Who am I? Maybe if I look more around this house, I'll remember something. I walked down the cold, dark tiles on the floor into a new room. It was just as dark and scary! I kept stumbling across the room looking for a light switch, but then I stumbled into something and it fell and shattered.

I jumped scared. It most has been some glass vases are something, I said to myself trying to shake off the worry feeling. And then I felt it. Some fuzzy thing scurrying up my feet. I opened my mouth to scream then shut it and remember that this must be one of those Fuzzy Bear play toys. They crawl up you and make you feel all warm inside. I let him crawl up to my head where it seemed like he was sleeping. I didn't want to disturb him being the good citizen I am. I then continued my search for the lightswitch. I eventually found it and pulled it upwards. A light blazed through the room and it was suddenly very bright. I looked around and saw the glass object I had shattered. It was a glass case to keep an animal in. I wondered what animal was in there. It must have been a cute little frog or maybe a cute little bunny! Then the Fuzzy Bear jumped down from my head onto the ground, and I screamed bloody murder!

That was no Fuzzy Bear on my head. It was a freaking brown and black tarantula! I ran out of the room screaming. Oh my god, a tarantula! What kind of sick human being would keep a tarantula as a pet?! It looked like I had finally escaped him. Breathing heavily I sat down in the living room to take a breath. I just had to get out of here; I would run away from this crazy house. I then looked at my arm to see what time it was, but what I saw was a crazy tattoo. Why do I have a tattoo I hate tattoos their unethical! And then I noticed what I was wearing. Why on earth was I wearing a dress? Ok maybe it wasn't a dress but it was something an evil dark lord or something would wear. I've got to get our of here! I though to myself. This was so weird! I swung open the twisted and gnarly old door and ran outside. The wind whipping against my face, I tried to decide what to do. I could go to St.Mungo's maybe they could help me... No, they'd probably throw me in the loony bin with all those other crazy wizards and witches... Hm, I once read that if when you have amnesia if you see something from your past, it can sometimes trigger memory recall. But where are their lots of people? Then it hit me like a spell, the Magical Mall! That's what I'd do. I'd go to the mall, surely that should trigger memories!