come haunt the streets

I awoke my back pressed against concrete and gazed at the trees above my body. I rolled to one side and slowly pushed myself up on my knees, a dull ache vibrated through my skull. My surroundings were unfamiliar, the streets and letterboxes brought no memories to mind. 

Panic, fear & confusion began to consume me, why did I feel so dirty and untamed? What was this stained white cloth covering my starved body? Who was I out here?

I began to walk and walk in a state of nervousness until I came to a hill. As I walked uphill the pain of my bare feet pushing against the concrete became too much and I started to slip with each step. I felt deep down this was the wrong way to wherever I was heading, a woman was walking up the hill on the opposite side of the road and stared at me as I struggled to push upwards. She knew I was going the wrong way too. 

I turned around and glided downhill like an entity haunting the streets with all her misery. I came to the highway, cars sped past, the wind tousling my hair, where was I?

A car pulled up in front me, the passenger seat door opened towards me and a voice calls out "Get in". I see myself through their eyes a rabid animal, confusion and fear wrote all over her face, tyre marks all over a white dress and purple bruises decorating dirty skin. I slide into the passenger seat leather touching my skin. 

"Nobody has seen you for over seven months" 

And of course I want to know where I am, but someone who isn't there answers. I can't remember anything before waking up on that street, no memories or recollection of the being I was before. How I came to be. 

I look outside the car's window, the world is collapsing on its self, not structured or sane. He talks but I don't listen, who would be able to hear over the sound of my world collapsing?