I am Jill. I’m 25 years old. Other than that, I cannot remember a single thing about myself.
I just woke up last night under this tree in front of this apartment. I had no memory of what happened before that. I cannot even remember where I came from.
A man came out of the apartment. I approached him to ask for help. I called to him. But he did not seem to hear me. He just walked straight ahead, as if I wasn’t there.
I neared the apartment entrance. I caught sight of the poster attached to its window. It read:
Missing: Jill Nyte. Last sighted in front of FM Apartment. Please report immediately to XXXX-XXX-XXXX.
At the center of the page is a picture of a beautiful woman’s face. My face.
I looked at the window to check if I still look the same and I heard my own intake of breath.
I saw no reflection.
At least I now know my last name.
For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer. Thank you TJ Paris for the photo prompt.