Flash Stories, Part 1

Why can't I remember? Who am I again? I think...I think my name was Christine... was it? Why am I here, what was I doing? The world, it seems so strange to me. This isn't like my home, at least that's what I'm guessing.. It doesn't look familiar, then again nothing does. My hand, why is it so white, so pale? Am I dying, did I die? Why does it feel like I can't die, that is seems impossible? Why do I feel like I've done something wrong? My back aches... I feel like something is missing from it, that something was there before. What was it? I want to remember, no, I need to remember.