I don’t remember much about my life before the accident, bits and pieces really. I remember being engaged to someone, but I can’t remember the name. All I remember of him, is that he was the reason I was in the accident in the first place. I remember some cop telling me he tried to kill me. I also remember my mother, but she died a while ago. If I only remembered her name, last name or anything, I would know that my name isn’t Jane Doe. They told me to choose a new name and surname so I could get a new identity. It’s rare to get amnesia like this, and even rarer that the government has agreed to give me a new name. I know my age, and I remember being born in October, so I am 18. Yeah, too damn young to be engaged, but I thought I loved him, I think.
“What do you want to be called, miss?”
