What happened to Anne?

Prologue

All I can remember is darkness, how I usually feel when I'm trying to fall asleep although this feels different, somethings off, I'm standing in a dark room, nothing but complete quietness, Despite my heavy breathing, what happened? I hold my brittled hands tightly before a voice speaks and I remember that voice all so well, mum? A soft "my baby" echos through the darkness and now I'm no longer scared I have one mission, find the voice, and believe I do and then all of a sudden it all becomes clear.

There i am, in a hospital bed with all kinds of wires and tubes hanging out of me, where is Pete? Is the first thing I can even think about, surely he would have heard the news and been right by my bedside, I watch as the pretty nurse walks in and places a condolence pat on my mothers back, her face scrunched up as if she is bearing news she feels uncomfortable speaking, "miss.." she begins and I watch as my mothers face turns from hope to defeat, hearing her speak about how even if I survive the injuries that I sustained I would never be myself again, I would be completely bedridden, a wave of anger and sadness overcame me

The question sitting heavily on my Brain why do I remember absolutely nothing? The last thing I can remember is being laid up in the sofa with Pete watching our favourite show together greys anatomy, red wine in my hand and a beautiful cheese board me and Pete got on our latest adventure together, how I wish I could stay in Italy forever, the food, the night life, everything was utterly beautiful and unique. In ways you would never experience in Dover.

Which if Pete was here right now he would mostly like say "Anne, Dover is the most beautiful town in England" but he is just biased, he's lived here his whole life where as I grew up in a small village in Bibury, beautiful place best known as The world's ever first horse racing club, The Bibury Club, which had been built in 1681 and held race meetings on Macaroni Downs above the village until the early 20th century, we would get lots of tourists coming to see our famous landmarks, it was the best time of my life meeting over 16 year old girls who had better memories then I did, they spoke off all their trips and I would listen so intently until they would have to leave

Their stories will forever remain the best stories of all time it was what made me explore the world, some countries with friends I had met along the way and then some with Pete, he was so amazing at picking places I had never thought of before, even countries I hadn't dreamed of seeing but he is the reason why I appreciate even smaller  things in life.

But where is Pete? I have been staring at my broken, defeated body for at least an hour now, my mum is been making phone call's after the other, my dad is close by and how I so don't want him too see me like this, it will break him.

Watching my dad walk through those doors, falling to the ground screaming is something I never thought I would have to witness, this destroyed me, I fell down to the ground crying out to him, so scared all I needed was to be held. My mum picks my frail dad off the ground both holding onto each other, "why.. why!!" He cry's taking my hand and placing it against his face, Pete? I whisper as I see him enter, unemotional he walks over the my mum and hugs her "how is she doing?" He asks calmly

Why is he so calm? This is not Pete, he would cry even if I cried, grey anatomy made him cry more then seeing my body. Did Pete do this? No, no I pace up and down. He could never he couldn't even hurt a fly, "baby" he speaks kissing my head and I can feel his lips, his warmth "I'm here"

There he is, his real emotions "we are all here" but that wasn't true, where was my friends, where was my grandma? My grandad? I know all can't just rush to me, but I always thought what would happen if this ever happened who would be rushing to me? But I don't even know how long I've been here for.. I reach for my body, hoping maybe I would wake up and get on the road to recovery.

But I feel myself fading away, a lady enters the room and looks at me "Anne?" I look around scared and confused "ye.. yes?" I questioned she places her hand out and I grab onto her hand, the beeping stops, I look at my body in the bed and everything turns violently silent watching my own self die. But I'm still here?

Now I know what I need to do, figure out who the hell did this to me.