Memories (Jella)

Chapter 2

"Lablab...." Ella says, and somehow she remembers her.

One moment, she hadn't, and then the next she had. She didn't remember her in the last two years and now she did but it was mostly impressions, not specific memories. Ella knew she loved her and knowing it was much more painfully obvious. And she still does, after all, to her it has only been moments since she last consciously knew she loved her.

Jema was stunned by what she sees in Ella's eyes – exactly what she saw the last night she saw her that night. And it scares her! Today is her last day, but here she is, remembering things. How was this even possible? All the Doctors and specialist in this kind of case said there was no hope, especially as time has passed. They'd tried everything they knew, and nothing broke through the walls placed around her mind by whatever disorder she'd been hit with.

Jema's terrified. She thought she was ready to move on, to let Ella finally go, to leave her to other Doctors, to let her live in this hospital room until... that part scared her even more.

Would she have just left her to die? Alone? After everything...

"I – I have to go," Jema says, because she can't think of anything to say or anything to do. She only wants to run away as fast as she can. She's having trouble in her breathing, and she feels her body is getting very hot and if she doesn't get some air she's going to pass out. So she practically runs out of the room, leaving Ella standing there with a slight smile on her face.

Ella knows she's right, somehow. She just does. But she also knows that Jema already moved on. After all, it's been almost two years to her. And only one day for her, so it hurts like nothing she's ever felt before, only it's a disconnected kind of hurt. Her heart knows it should break and it does, though the pain doesn't hurt that much, because she only remembers impressions; feelings; emotions. Like watery images viewed through a window when it's storming outside. That's how she remembers her. And them. All Ella knows is that she loves Jema terribly, and she's gone and moved past her.

Past them.

Ella feels a little dizzy, so she sits on the bed. An indefinite amount of time passes, and the door opens. A woman with black hair with a skirt and blouse walks in. she's also wearing a white coat, like Jema wore, but the only difference is she's wearing glasses.

"Ella," she says, and Ella noticed she's carrying a tray with her. Panic leaps through her, but the woman only smiled and then she sees that the tray holds food. Then her stomach growls, and realizes she's very hungry.

Ella watches the woman set the tray on the little table, then turn to look at her.

"How are you feeling today?" she asks.

"The other woman before you already asked that," she says, frustrated with the unnecessary repetition.

"I know. I would like for you to answer me, if that's all right."

Ella shrugs. "I'm okay. Confused, though, as to why same things keeps on happening. I'm pretty sure that it shouldn't be these way."

The woman frowns, and Ella almost remembers her name. "No, that's not normal. You've never mentioned this kind of events ,so is this new?"

Ella scowls. "How would I know?"

The woman reddens. "Oh, right. Of course. Forgive me."

Then Ella remembers. "Alyssa."

The woman looks at her sharply, then with a hint of excitement. "Yes, that's my name. Do you remember anything else about me?"

Ella frowns and thinks as hard as she can. "No, sorry." It was like a pulse. Ella pictures a long, thin cord, and pulses are carried on the cord. Those pulses are memories, or impressions, and when they come close enough to her mind, sometimes she grabs them.