(This isn't all of the story so far. It's just the first paragraph. I will keep adding more, as I edit it in the word document. )

She hadn't known where she was, let alone how she got there, and normally she wouldn't dream of a place she'd never seen before. But she was here, and she definately wasn't dreaming.
Though, some things she wished to be a dream, like when the beautiful ladies in the white dresses came, and asked her questions that she didn't know the answers to. She felt so stupid then, and now every time she sees them, she closes her eyes and forces herself to block them, and their comments out.

She wasn't as pretty as the girls here, but she wasn't ugly either. She had small charecteristics, a fragile smile, deep blue eyes, and black, shoulder lengthed hair that was now laying softly on the large, unfamiliour barred bed. She made herself, as well as she could, to fall asleep, but all she could do was question herself without answers.
'Who am I?' Was a question that lingered in her mind without end. Strangely - she didn't know the answer. Sometimes she'd see flashbacks of two cars crashing into each other, and then the lights, the lights always blocked out the rest of the flashback so she couldn't quite put what was happening, only that there was an accident, and she was somehow involved.
So many days, of not knowing, of feeling so low, so disowned, drove her insane. She hadn't got any sleep for two days, for she always laid awake until she came to some conclusions as to why she was here. Things that made her feel like she was less and less crazy, until the ladies in the white dresses came and asked her how she was. She always went hysterical, and she couldn't control it. She did this, because she knew not how to communicate, or she had forgotten. She was fine, and she wanted to tell them this. But after the questioning, she proved herself wrong. She wasn't fine, she belonged here, locked up like an animal.
But all of that was over now, and she just lay motionless on the bed, listening to the silent whirr of the night. This soothed her for some time, because now she wasn't tripping over questions.

The clattering of matalic utencils, caused her to wake up from her sweet dream. But like every other dream, she had forgotten the beginning of it, so when she woke up, it was of no use to her anymore.

'Damn... morning already?' she thought, casting one cold glance at the doctor messing with needles and other sharp objects. She never knew what the other objects were for, but she knew very well what the needle did. Every day, they shoved them in her arm, and told her everything's going to be okay...
She looked away from the doctor, and fixed her glance at the doorway, as a lady began to speak.

"Get her her daily dose," one lady just outside the door enticed. "Allie didn't have her daily dose."

'Allie?' she thought, 'who is Allie?'
Sure enough, the answer hit her like a thunder bolt.

"I'm Allie," she whispered quietly, but it was as if she had yelled it because immediantly the room became uncomfortably silent.

The doctor that was preparing needles, looked towards her, grinning. "Good... you remember," He began, while walking closer to her with a needle in hand, "Now can you tell us anything else you remember?"
Truth was, that was all she knew.