Can you smell it?? Yes, it's clickbailt XD

Anyway, I was cleaning my computer (yep, I CLEAN EVERYTHING #maniac) and I found one of my draft lost in my MANY FILES.

I still don't know if I'll do a chaptered fic with it, but I would like to have your opinion if you prefer FIRST or THIRD point of view for this kind of story :/ 

So here is the draft with the two point of view and the cover (which is HELLA big) too (it seems that I have planned things lol) : 

FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW

"I have made it."

As you walked down to the river, you tried to recall your memories. You observed the landscape in front of you, but nothing happened. It was as empty as the first day, when you discovered that you slept for seven years. A man, probably having the same age as you, had cried into your chest when you woke up. Then, a little girl, for who you felt immediately love toward her, kept calling you "Mommy!". You were trying to keep your calm when you noticed the sterilized smell. Tubes were linked all over your body, while soft rhythmic sound were checking your heart's beats.

A doctor came and many checking has been done to you. No one has explained anything to you, which was quite frustrating. When you were left alone with the man and the little girl in the same room, you heard a sound. It was the man who was softly approaching you. The little girl was sat at the corner of the room, a book into her hands. You could read the title despite the distance: "My gold cage." You wondered what kind of plot could offer this book to this girl. The title was attractive but something wasn't right. You could felt into your chest, your heart tightening. You didn't know the reasons but she shouldn't read this book. You could sense something almost dangerous about it.

Suddenly, someone hugged you. It removed you from your deep thoughts and a strong perfume attacked you. A blend of Iris and another flower that you didn't recognize. You tried to shift your position but the man was still hugging you. You would lie if you said that his embrace didn't make you uncomfortable. The man broke the physical contact, and stared into your eyes. There was nothing dangerous about him; only worry could be visible through his blue eyes.

"Are you okay?"

This question was for you, and it took you one minute to figure out the answer. The silence was the answer. You had opened your lips but nothing came out. It wasn't your body, who couldn't allow it but your mind. It was cleared of everything and only one question kept your sense busy.

It was the same question that you asked this day, and the only one who was still in your head, now, many years after.

"Who I am?"

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW

"I have made it."

As she walked down to the river, she tried to recall her memories. She observed the landscape in front of her, but nothing happened. It was as empty as the first day, when she discovered that she slept for seven years. A man, probably having the same age as her, had cried into her chest when she woke up. Then, a little girl, for who she felt immediately love toward her, kept calling her "Mommy!". She was trying to keep her calm when she noticed the sterilized smell. Tubes were linked all over her body, while soft rhythmic sound were checking her heart's beats.

A doctor came and many checking has been done to her. No one has explained anything to her, which was quite frustrating. When she was left alone with the man and the little girl in the same room, she heard a sound. It was the man who was softly approaching her. The little girl was sat at the corner of the room, a book into her hands. She could read the title despite the distance: "My gold cage." She wondered what kind of plot could offer this book to this girl. The title was attractive but something wasn't right. She could felt into your chest, her heart tightening. She didn't know the reasons but she shouldn't read this book. You could sense something almost dangerous about it.

Suddenly, someone hugged her. It removed her from her deep thoughts and a strong perfume attacked her. A blend of Iris and another flower that she didn't recognize. She tried to shift her position but the man was still hugging her. She would lie if she said that his embrace didn't make her uncomfortable. The man broke the physical contact, and stared into her eyes. There was nothing dangerous about him; only worry could be visible through his blue eyes.

"Are you okay?"

This question was for her, and it took her one minute to figure out the answer. The silence was the answer. She had opened her lips but nothing came out. It wasn't her body, who couldn't allow it but her mind. It was cleared of everything and only one question kept her sense busy.

It was the same question that she asked this day, and the only one who was still in her head, now, many years after.

"Who I am?"

Thank you if you read it and please comment