It was 2009 when everything changed, I'd been lost, hurt and abandoned. Suffering from a severe concussion and weeks in hospital with a coma I had no idea who I was and what I was.
The day I awoke, it wasn't marvelous but it wasn't great, it was; uncomfortable. The man in white and woman in green were standing near me, they were putting something in me, sort of like a drip maybe but I don't remember. As soon as they'd saw me awake they quickly finished what they were doing and left in a hurry. I scram and shout "Wait! No! Come back here! Who am I, who are you? Helppp!" Nothing happens, I fiercely turn around. Something ripped on my head, I moan. I noticed that a bandage had ripped and I was bleeding. I roll onto my stomach and look ahead, just then I noticed where I was. Hospital.
I look for something to get attention and see a fire alarm button, I grab a pen from the shelf above my head and break the glass to the fire alarm. My hand is in thin air, waiting to see if anyone heard the glass shatter. I hear nothin', my only choice was to hit the switch. There, done, people are rushing everywhere. I lay still. The building is silent. After 1 minute I hear a woman shout in distress "Ugh, who the hell pulled the switch. I hope we caught this bastard on camera!" She sounds french, a young french woman, a man in a suit walks over to me. He introduces himself to me as Mark.
"Uhh Mark, Hi. I am uhhh" he cuts me off and says in calm tone "Isabel Pacini. I know you and all about you. No need to worry." I stare at him blankly an confused. I don't know him or how he knows me. "Mark, I have a question, how do you know my name and all about me?" My voice sounds cracked and plainly dumb, he looks down and I can tell he doesn't want to talk. After a minute of an awkward silence he replies, but this time in a very sorrow voice: "Isabel, I've read your medical file as I'm a doctor.You nearly died. Your mum, dad, nonna, nonno, your brothers, your sister and yourself were on a long trip to Darwin. Your car fell down a 30ft cliff onto route 23. Suprisingly I was on route 23 when your families car hit. Everyone died beside your sister and yourself." I stare at him blankly, I feel like crying but I can't. Wheres Lissa, is she okay? I stream out in tears, "Wheres Lissa is she okay?" I manage to ask him as I'm gasping for breath. "She's fine, make it absolutely great. She left hospital 2 weeks ago and went into a hotel, shes been visiting you everyday." I sigh ina sign of relief and look at the clock. It's only 5am and I'm as tired as hell. In 20 awkwards minutes of silence he leaves and I fall asleep.
