WHO?

I wake up to a soul spliting headache, my eyes anguish from the burning light that was coming in from somewhere. I don't remember my room having windows though. I open my eyes, and it just registers to me that I am not in my room, and I was not laying on my ever so soft matress bed, but on a rough wooden mat. Slowly, I pick myself up, my head still killing me. The furniture seemed vintage, not to mention it was dusty. There was a large square window where sunlight has been pouring in from. Where am I?

"Hey, you awake now?" I look around, and from the doorway, stood someone...familar. "You don't remember me?" She presses.

"It's me." My eyes glare open.

"But... I thought you were dead..."