The Mr. Part 1

I knew the brakes weren't good to begin with. Just going down the smaller hill of my grandparents house i was at top speeds with the brakes pulled all the way in. We were only going to Ben's house and back though, just about an half mile down the bumpy rock road. No one is on this road at this time in the morning anyways. There's no point in wasting time and turning around.
I tell my brother to go in front of me, that I'll follow after him in five minutes. I wait until i see him dissapear around the corner at the bottom of the large hill before i begin to go. I barley press my gas to go forward down the almost completely vertical hill. I begins to go faster and faster. Soon I'm at the bottom and the curve is right before me.
My 4wheeler goes on two wheels as i make the turn. Then i see it. There before me is a car, a very nice nice and shiny one at that. I swerve and go off the road.
Blackness.
No, more like full on white.
I wake up in a room of white. Large windows that go from the floor to the celing are the walls of the room. Each window has large white curtains that the light shines through. The curtains moves by the wind coming through the open windows, carrying white blossoms from a tree outside.
I sit up slowly, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings. I'm in a very large bed with white sheets and a giant white fluffy blanket. What is this? Am I in heaven?
"Oh, you've come to!" A older woman walks in wearing all white. She has graying hair that seems to have been black in her younger years. Her brown eyes have wrinkles surrounding them. She smiles and walks over to me, checking the IV in my arm.
"What happened?" i ask.
"You and the Mr.  almost hit each other and you avoided the collision by going down the side of the mountain. It's amazing you barley have a scratch on you. All you have is a minor concussion. You're vehicle, however, is much worse than you."
I was in an accident? "Oh," i reach up and touch my head, "Who are you?"
The lady chuckles and brings her warm eyes on mine, "I'm Barbra, but everyone calls me Momma."
"Are you a doctor?"
"Well, yeah. You aren't in a hospital though. You're at the Mr.'s house. He told me to take care of you. He's out at a meeting right now, but I'm sure he'll be here soon."
Another blossom comes through the window, distracting me. She takes the IV from my arm and leaves the room for a brief second.
Once she comes back in the room she sighs and sits down on the side of the bed, placing her hands in her lap, "Since you're awake, could you tell me who you are? Maybe give a number so that I may contact your parents? I'm sure they're worried sick."
I stare at her blankly. Who am I?
"I I-I can't remember." I look at her frantically, "I can't remember. I don't know my name. I don't even know my parent's name. Do i even have parents? Oh."
"Honey-honey, calm down. The memory loss is probably from that hit to the head you took. You don't have to worry. Your family is probably out there looking for you and they'll find us. Either that or we'll find them. The Mr. is a powerful man. He'll find them."
She places her hand on mine, "Everything will be fine."
She stands up and limps towards a door. Soon after i hear the running of water and i see steam coming from the room.
Her head pops out of the door, "Come take a nice relaxing bath. You've been out for a couple days," she pinches her nose, "You need it."
I laugh at the old woman and go towards the bathroom to take the well needed bath. My mind keeps trying to dig into itself, trying to get the information that it lost.
Something inside me says i don't want to remember.