Just paperwork, the shrink says. No people, no photos.
It's not like I'm going to see a lot of action shooting a crime scene. Worst that can happen is I slip on a bloodstain or stick myself on some junkie's needle. Or die of boredom flipping through 10-cards to match a print.
I'll be fine, I tell her. Everything's come back except those couple of weeks right around my car accident, and that's normal, right? I only lapse into Ukrainian when I'm overtired, I've prepared a talk for the brain injury society. And I've almost cured myself of touching the scar by my eye every twenty seconds like some obsessive-compulsive nutjob.
Fine. Jesus. Who am I kidding? I'm sitting here nodding and smiling while the oriental rug keeps trying to be muddy green water. I can feel the hot throb in my head, like a bullet's just slammed into the base of my skull. I can feel the rocking, lapping pull of the waves, the scuff of mud and weeds beneath me, my life leaking away.
The thing is, none of that stuff ever happened--at least not to me. I don't know who this guy is, but I know the nape of his girlfriend's neck smells like cinnamon. I know someone blew his brains out and dumped his body in water, but I have no idea why.
And I have no clue how or why his memories are in my head.
oh crap, remember how I absolutely insisted that first person didn't work in a hook (I think I might have even said ever); and of course this IS a first page probably, and yes, there's not an antagonist or plot in sight....yea well...too bad. Of course I'm going to read this. Why? I want to find out what happens. Bottom line for a hook: does it make me want to read it. You can violate every rule in the book but if it works, I read it. The template I've been yapping about is a tool, not a solution. You use it to get oriented, figure out what you need. If it helps you great, but don't be a slave to it. This works, and this is no more XYZ than Miss Snark is 201.