Family: Avatar's Love Book 3

Chapter 25

Trigger Warning: self harm, child abuse, descriptions of blood and cutting

Context for this chapter. Italics in quotes is sign language, bold in quotes is being said in a different language but translated into English.

Three Weeks Later
Jinora's Point of View

Lights. Everywhere. Extremely bright. Everything is white. Too white. I look down, and there are wires all over my chest, and bandages wrapped around my whole torso.

As my vision became clearer, I realize that I'm in a hospital. But why? I don't need to be here. I don't remember how I got here, but I'm pretty sure if it was that serious, I would remember.

I rip the chest thingies off of me and try to stand up, only for a hand to push me right back down.

"Sweetie, you need to stay seated," a woman said. Probably the one who pushed me back down. I looked at her. She had brown hair pulled into a low bun, green eyes, and a worried face. She was clearly pregnant, her children would probably be born at some point within the next few days. Her brow was furrowed with concern.

A man was next to her. He had a bald shiny head with light blue arrow tattoos. He was extremely tall. His eyebrows were bushy and he had a pointy beard, with really light blue eyes.

I tried to examine both of them for any sign of identification.

Bingo. A visitor's sticker, which makes sense because this is a hospital. The tag let's me know that the woman's name is Pema. But if she's a visitor, why is she visiting me?

"I don't know who you are," I told her, "but I want to speak with someone I do know. A doctor, or my parents."

Lucky me, because at that moment, a woman wearing a white coat came in. She had brown skin, teal eyes with a beauty mark right next to her left eye, and long thick grey-ish brown hair. If it wasn't for her hair color, I would've guessed she wasn't any older than mid thirties.

She came to the bed and pulled out a clipboard with a pen.

"Hello," she said. "I believe you asked for your parents?"

I nodded.

She gestured to the man and the woman. "These are your parents."

"Is this some sick joke?" I ask. "You think I don't know my own mother-"

I reached for a memory of my mom, but it was a blank. Like when you reach for your phone in your pocket only it isn't there. I thought maybe I just did something wrong, so I tried again.

Nothing.

"Sweetie," the doctor said. "What is your name?"

I tried to think. Surely I'd be able to remember my own name right?

Wrong.

Panic began to settle in. I felt my heart begin to race, and my body become hot, and sweat begin to form. "I...I don't know. I don't know. Why can't I remember my name? Mirror! I need a mirror!"

A circular mirror was shoved into my face. A completely stranger stared back at me.

Tan skin. Almond shaped eyes with a reddish-brown color and long eyelashes, with brown eyebrows perfectly framing the eye shape. High cheekbones, thin soft pink lips, and an upturned nose. I do look almost exactly like the woman Pema. Damn. I have a really perfect face. Like, really perfect. I shouldn't be single.

My hair is cut short, only four inches long all around, all perfectly even length but messy because I just woke up. It's brown. There's a sky blue arrow on my forehead. I look down at my hands, and there are matching arrows on each of my hands. Only the right one isn't moving at all. The whole right arm, actually. I haven't been using it this whole time, I couldn't feel it or move it.