Jack

[WeaponX 2]

I woke up in a hospital bed. I had no idea how I got there, I wasn't in any pain or anything, I just couldn't remember why I was there. Really I could only remember a few things; my dad, his face and his clothes. I remember he brought me a comic book, X-men, the cover said "The Dark Phoenix saga." And then the hockey rink. I remember the gold and yellow flags waving in the banners. The smile on his face when my eyes went up looking for him after I scored. 

 

And that's it. It wasn't long before the nurses came in and asked me if I knew what happened to me and what name was. My head was horribly scarred. Like a wolf had slashed me a cross the face. Not full on disfigurement, but enough that no one from my past would ever be able to recognize me. I think back: In my memory, when I scored, the announcer gives my name but it's too muffled. The best guess I can come up with is Jack. So let's go with Jack. I tell the nurses and they recommend a doctor to me for amnesia recovery. Then the hospital gave me my clothes back; no wallet, no phone, no keys, nothing to go on except a couple 100 dollar bills stuffed in my jacket pocket. I looked in the mirror, I imagine I'm about 30. 30 and clueless. What else was I supposed to do other than the only thing I knew brought me joy? What do you do when you can't remember where you're supposed to be? 

 

At the rink, I rented skates and a helmet. I grabbed a stick that felt right and jumped onto the ice. A couple of guys said I looked familiar, but they couldn't put a finger on it. I immediately fell into a rhythym. Like I belonged there. While we played who I was didn't matter anymore, I got lost in the game. After I dropped the rental equipment off with the teenager at the front desk, a few of the guys asked me to come out and play on their men's league team. Those games went well and I guess people took notice because I ended up getting a little following on the internet. I don't really bother myself with it to much but people in the stands kept making videos. And they say I should try and enter a draft to play professionally.

 

I wonder if my dad is still out there. Do I have siblings? Where am I from and how did I get here? I have so much to put together with no leads to start from. Holding onto that one memory with my father, at least I know my path. I'm just going to play hockey, because it is all I know. No matter what comes of my time in the VHL I look forward to getting my story out there. Maybe the world can help me put the pieces back together. Maybe someone will recognize me. 

Edited February 9, 2019 by WeaponX