Forgetting Jamie

(2) Sunflowers and Pink Tutus

Minutes seem to have passed before the doctor returns from just outside the room I have been staying in. He wears the same stern expression as before with the same clipboard at hand.

"Ms. Douglas, you seem to have severe amnesia. You seem to not remember anything in your life. Bits and pieces may begin to reform in your memory as years pass, but as for now, I'm sorry but this is how your mind will remain." I listen intently as he goes on about how I will be spending a week or two at the hospital to learn the more important things in my life that I will need to remember. The mind therapy begins tomorrow, someone will come in to escort me down.

"If you need anything, anything at all, you let me know okay? My name is Dr. Collyn, a nurse will retrieve me if anything happens." He says his closure with a warm smile. I scan my eyes around my tiny room. there is a small window exposing a limited amount of light, a clock to hear the slight noise of ticking, my bed, medical crap, and the door at the end of the room to the right. I really hate hospitals. I stare at the clock which reads 7:11, then take a quick glance at the window to mentally note what the sky looks like. The sun has just set, with the remainder glow just along the horizon. Straight above, the sky is rendering into a darker blue but slowly forming ombré into the gleam.

I sigh and lie my head back into the down pillow resting behind me. More thoughts race through my mind that never occurred to me earlier. I don't even know what I look like. What did my sister look like? What is my middle name? Do I have friends? Do I have a lot or a little?

My thoughts are interupted by the opening of the door and an old looking nurse walking through the doorway into the stuffy room. She seems kind enough looking, but I know better than to judge by looks. But based on looks, she seems to be maybe mid sixties.

"Hello dear," with a slight British accent. She beams the brightest smile I have ever seen... not that I remeber seeing many.

"I'm nurse Ronda, I'll be here to help you and escort you to therapy for then next week or two," she tilts her head slightly sideways to express her enthusiasm. She speaks as if she works at a really fancy hotel. I don't know what to say so I force a smile myself. I don't think I convinced her or myself it was real. If she does notice she ignores it.

I don't speak much as apposed to her but I try my best to listen to as much information she tells me about her seven grandchildren.

"I actually used to own a hotel in London you know. It used to be so popular back then." She looks up as if remember the glory days which was who knows how long ago. "Business was absolutely brilliant until a new hotel opened up a few blocks down and ruined us. Twenty years our hotel was running." Disappointment rains on her facial expressions like a hurricane. I keep wondering what she means by "us" and "our" but I don't ask because I wish to avoid further conversation considering how tired I am right now.

By the time she's actually done talking and asking me question after question and downloading information into my mind, it's 9:30 at night and I'm beyond exhausted.

***

Hours turned into days and days turned into weeks, two to be exact. Every night at home I am to recite the information I have learned over the weeks.

My name is Jamie Grayce Douglas, I am 16 years old, I had a sister named Serena Bailey Douglas who died in the accident and was 15 years old. I go to Burton High and am in tenth grade. My birthday is January 16th 1999 and I survived from a major car crash.

I kept going over the information in my head on the ride home from the hospital. I was more than thrilled to be going somewhere other than therapy and my hospital room but at the same time I was so anxious. I don't remember what my house looks like and to be honest I was ready to explore.

My mother, who I learned is Katherine, continued talking all the way home, describing Serena, our house, my school, which I got back to on Monday. I'm terrified. I don't even know anyone or what my reputation is but I guess I'm in for a treat when Monday morning approaches.

***

It's been two hours since I arrived home and have learned (on my own) that we have two pools, indoor and outdoor, two jacuzzis, seven bedrooms and 14 bathrooms. Five in the basement, five in the middle and four upstairs.

The feeling I got when I was exploring made my adrenaline pump and a dangerously fast pace and I loved it. I went into Serena's room for the second time to actually take my time and observe every nook and cranny rather than swig the door open and slam it shut again.

Her room was a complete square and was painted a highlighter blue colour, like a cotton candy. As soon as you walk in, the head of her bed is pushed up against the wall to the right and is mounted on an uplift on the floor. Her bedspread has a white background white giant polka dots of the colours pink, orange, green and blue, all highlighter colours. She has a nightstand on either side of the bed and a giant window right about her desk on the opposite wall of the bed. In the desk is a lamp a giant Apple computer and an expensive looking camera plugged into it. Her walls are decorated with amazing photographs of her and her friends. I continue along the wall when a certain picture catches my eye. Two little girls hold hands in a field of sunflowers, proud smiles and bright pink tutus around their waist. I recognize the bright red hair, it's me. I'm taller than the other little girl, not by much though and her hair is a dark brown instead. I delicately take the picture out of its frame and turn it over. "Serena age 4, Jamie age 6" I can feel a single tear trace its way down my face at the thought that we were so close, but I don't remember any of it.

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