Chapter 1

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Dear Diary

Today marks a month since my accident. I don't recall any details about what happened that night, the only thing I remember is waking up in the hospital in a room with my brother in the corner looking outside the window, my mother sitting down to my left with her head held down holding my hand, my father standing by the door talking to his assistant, and Francesca my best friend sitting on my right side, she had tears stains on her clothes and I could see small bags under her eyes. I recall trying to speak, but no words would come out, that's when I realized that there was a tube in my mouth and all I could hear at first was the beeping sound coming from the heart monitor.

I remember who my parents are, who my brother is, and who my best friend was but for some reason, I couldn't recall anything from the past seven months. They had asked me if I could remember what I did for my 24th birthday party, but last I recall I was still 23. Pretty quickly I had been diagnosed with amnesia, the doctor had told my parents that it seemed to be short-term seeing as I recalled the past 23 years of my life, and the only thing missing was the past seven months. My injuries weren't major, but they weren't also minor, when I came into the emergency room they realized that I had minor brain swelling, also there seemed to be a problem with my left lung which led to me being tubed which helped me breathe. Doctors considered this a miracle. 

I had been in the hospital for almost a month, sleeping like a sleeping beauty. The only thing was that it didn't last 100 years nor did a prince come and save me from my slumber. Before my release, the doctor had told my family and Francesca that if I were to try and remember the past seven months, it would be good to take me down memory lane and try and see if anything would trigger my memories and make me remember something, like what you see in the movies. This was like the movie The Vow with Channing Tatum and Rachel McAdams, the only difference was that I wasn't married, nor had I found the love of my life who would fight to rekindle our love.

After my accident I went back home to Italy, it was nice to be in a place where I could recall everywhere I went, walking down the streets and knowing where everything was and what street to turn into to go to my favorite store, also the fact that none of these streets remind me of the accident. My accident had been in Monaco, like I said earlier, I don't recall any details about the accident, but some pictures were shown to me to try and see if I remembered anything, and from the pictures that were shown it seemed pretty bad. I understood why doctors thought it was a miracle that I survived such an accident like something kept me here.  Looking at them I wonder what happened that night that led to me ending up in the hospital and my car looking like that. I've tried asking my parents if they know anything about the accident, but they didn't even know I was in a car accident till they got a call from the hospital.

Francesca told me I had sent her a voicemail, but she deleted it, thinking it was me speaking nonsense. Luckily, no one else was hurt. I keep telling myself that the result was partially losing my memories. The question now is, Will I ever recover those memories, and did I miss anything from the past seven months?

Today is October 9th, 2022 and I'm writing from the comfort of my room, sitting by my window with a beautiful view of a clear blue sky. The doctors also told me to write a diary about everything and anything I wanted to and keep documentation of things to see if there was something that I would remember. My mom bought me this notebook a week after I returned home, but here I am a month later writing down why I'm starting this diary. Maybe this can help me remember the past seven months, this will be my roadmap to the past.

Sincerely,

Marcella Romano





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