Amnesia (working title)

=====I re-entered reality. From where, I couldn’t say. I was immediately confronted with a strange series of facts. I felt intense pressure on my body— I was lying, face down, on something hard and cold; and there was something sticky on the side of my face that was on the ground too. I opened my eyes, and for some reason, this was when I became aware of the intense throbbing in the back of my head. As soon as I became aware of the pain, it dominated my consciousness, the acute pain stabbing through my mind and blurring my vision.
=====I focused my eyes and saw the dull glow of cement bathed in pale orange light. The cloying smell of garbage and rot crept into my nostrils. I reached to examine the back of my head, and found that my hair was matted down on my head with the same sticky substance that was on the ground around my face. Even the light touch of my fingers made me wince in pain.
=====I pushed myself up with my arms, and all the disjointed pieces of sensory information began to fall into place: I was lying on a sidewalk, it was night, and I had been lying with my face in a pool of partially dried blood. My blood.
=====I sat down on the sidewalk and surveyed my surroundings. There wasn’t a single person in sight, it must have been very late. I had no idea where I was, this garbage and old newspaper strewn, weathered looking city block didn’t look in the least bit familiar. Scanning where I had been lying on the sidewalk, I was slightly comforted by the fact that the blood was only in a small pool where my face had been: at least I hadn’t lost that much.
=====What the hell was I doing here? I tried to think back on the previous day, but all I found was a blank, empty space in my head where I knew it should have been. Everything that lead me to this moment had been erased from my memory, the pages where it was written had been set aflame and all I could do is feel through the smoke that still remained. But it didn’t give me any better idea of where I was. Or why.