Hello! *Waves hand shyly*

This is my first fan fiction ever, so I apologize in advance if it isn't very good. That being said, it may be kind of confusing for a little while, but keep in mind that this is a prologue, and that's also why it's so short haha. If you are super confused talk to me and I will see if I can help:/D

I hope you guys like it! If you do I will keep writing…oh, I'm so nervous haha. If I end up continuing with this, the rating will go up for later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own this…that's why it's fan fiction XD

Prologue

Everyone has a name.

Scientists don't give us names. They give us pain, they give us apathy, and they give us fear…insanity. They give us death…sometimes they give us life. But our names? Scientists didn't give us those.

We get numbers, letters, all jumbled together…those are not our names. Our names are given to us, by those most close to our heart. Many of them are laughable, comical even, to those not aware. To me, they are beautiful. But beauty is a fleeting thing, and my mind has trouble remembering the sight.

My heart has all but forgotten its touch.

I remember meanings, meanings to the names, that is. We…whoever 'we' might be, made a story so as to not forget. "A memory of an earth, where in the beginning there was a messenger who"- I…I wish I could remember the rest…maybe I'd have a name then, maybe they'd have names as well. My mind holds everything, and here I've lost the key.

"Who are you?" I ask my dreams. They are quick to reply…and always the same.

"Who are you?"

Answers are elusive, and I always stand there gaping. My dreamscape is but three colors. Black, white, and green. When I'm asked that question though, the mirror to my own, I see other things. Flashes of colors I don't know the names for. After all, I only know three colors.

I never have an answer. I'm convinced that's why the flashes disappear. Maybe my mind is trying to bait me into recollection?

I don't think it's working.

While the bait, that sinking, sticky thing, has definitely grabbed hold of my brain, I have yet to receive a reward. Geez…even in my dreams I'm unlucky. Go figure, maybe dreams really do play off real life experiences. It'd make a lot of sense.

I try to find explanations for why I forget, but any I capture are swiftly lost when I wake. Reality is too hard for one person alone.

…maybe I don't remember because everyone is gone. After all, I don't think names are all that important when there is no one around to call you by it.

I don't have a name.

Not anymore. Not when I'm all alone.

I hope this wasn't too horrible, sorry again for how short it is haha. I'm still not so sure about this, haha, so please tell me if you'd like me to continue, or to just drop it all together.