Amelia | District Five {FIN}

Under the tree, at the top of the hill...

That's where I woke up that fateful morning. I didn't know who I was when my eyes fluttered open. All I could remember was my first name, Amelia. There was barely anything else in my memory that I could scrape up. I knew the common sense and basic knowledge that someone my age should be mentally equipped with, but there were so many things I couldn't recall. I didn't know who my family was. I didn't know if I even had a family. I couldn't remember having any friends in my life, either.

There were no true memories left in my mind's capacity. I could vaguely recall conversing with people in the past, but I couldn't remember their names, their faces, or even their voices. It was all as if it had been disguised for me so that I wouldn't be able to figure out who they were. This certainly felt like something that would cause some serious issues in my life, though. If I didn't know who my family was, how would I return home? If I didn't know who my friends were, who could I even ask to help me out?

It took much too long to find anyone who would believe that I was truly as clueless about life as I was. For some reason, I couldn't even remember something as big as which District I lived in, who President Snow was, or what the Hunger Games were. It all had to be explained to me again, as if I were a child who was learning for the first time about the world they lived in. In all honestly, it was a huge shock to me. None of it seemed real or made sense to me, but as time went on, and the reaping occurred for that year's Hunger Games, it all became so much clearer. I could vaguely remember seeing the Games on my television screen when I was younger.

The problem was, I couldn't even remember where that television screen was, who I was with, or even who won those Hunger Games. To be entirely honest, I couldn't even remember which Games they were. My guess was that they were rather recent, but I couldn't be sure. It was truly just an assumption, and assumptions wouldn't get me any closer to finding out the truth about my life. To this day, I'm still not sure what even caused me to forget all of these things in the first place.

When it came to relearning the inner workings of the country I lived in by the name of Panem, the one boy who would actually listen to the fact that I'd forgotten so much was the one that was there for me. He said he remembered me from when we were in school together, but he couldn't recall my last name, either. The boy didn't think he'd ever even learned my last name in the first place. This particular boy goes by the name of Wilbur. He has a kind soul, and is the only one who seems to believe that I've forgotten so much.

Wilbur and his family took me in, as I didn't know who my own family was, and they have all been very kind towards me to this day. There are some days, however, that I wish I could remember who my family was, just to be able to tell them that I'm okay. Sometimes, I wonder if they're still looking for me. Other times, I think that perhaps they've forgotten me almost as much as I've forgotten them. I just dearly hope that they still care, and that one day, I'll find them again. Unfortunately, I doubt that I ever will.

I spend most of my days now working at a small clothing shop in the District Square. By working there, I thought that perhaps it would help me find people I recognized, but so far, it's been to no avail. There hasn't been a single soul that seemed even remotely familiar to me. Sure, I've seen people with the same, long, blonde hair and small, skinny figure as myself, but it didn't seem like they were the ones I was looking for. Even if they shared the deep brown eyes that I possess, it still didn't seem like it could possibly be anyone I knew. After all, if they knew me, wouldn't they say something about it?

I'd consider myself hardworking and intelligent, but I'm not very self-confident. I tend to try to hide the flaws I have, such as the large scar present on the back of my left leg, or the stretch marks that are also present. Unfortunately, that can be difficult sometimes. Sometimes, I also think that I might trust people too easily. I've told people my story of having forgotten everything, and they listen, as if they believe me, only to tell me that I'm crazy or that I'm messing with them when I finish speaking. They walk away laughing, and it makes me want to sink into the darkness where I can be alone.

Some days, Wilbur and I will have lengthy conversations, trying to get me to remember absolutely anything that I can, but for some reason, it just doesn't work. I just have to hope that one of these day, something makes all my memories flow back into my mind. Although, I don't think that miracle will ever occur. Wilbur insists that I won't have this amnesia forever, and I suppose that he knows best. After all, he's the one person that believed me from the start, and the one person that I would immediately trust to be truthful to me all the time.