𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧

[2] 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲

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    When Isabella woke up the next morning everything felt cold. Numb. Like someone had left her window open and her fan on all night long.

But, as soon as she blinked the sleepiness away from her eyes, her  instantly entire body warmed up. She left out a small sigh basking in the sudden heat.

Confused and tired, Isabella slowly sat up and took in her surroundings. She looked around her light blue colored walls, pictures of her family and friends, her desk covered with books and random papers and her closet door and bathroom white doors.

She was in her room. She was in her room with no memory of how she got here.

No memory at all. No. Fucking. Clue.

Great.

And she knew, from the small ringing in her ears, the pounding in her head and the numb feeling in her body she had another blackout.

Her first blackout happened when she was four, she had been playing on the playground at school with some of her friends, tripped and fell and broke her arm when she tried to catch herself. And with that she woke up with no clue and no memory on how she broke it.

Over the years after visiting and getting poked and prodded by doctors they were never quite sure why Isabella would have these randomized episodes. So the only thing they could do is give her medication and hope that they stop, spoiler alert - they didn't.

But these episodes were never a big deal to her; she could go about her day and hope that she could beat her record of days without an episode.

The only exception, the only episode that she had that she wished she could remember was:

The Hale fire.

Six years ago she woke up in a hospital bed surrounded by better notes and the sound of the heart monitor beeping in the room. That morning had been like any other day after an episode, except this time Isabella woke up in a hospital.

And when she looked to her left when she was trying to look for her parents she was only welcome by the sight of her father, her grieving father. She had been asked question after question to see if she had any sliver of what had happened to her that night, but all she managed to do when she thought back was black.

So, hesitantly everything had to be explained to the young girl what had happened to her and why she didn't have both parents by her besides when she woke up. She had the scars on her arms to prove it, and Isabella had never hated having an episode more than she did that day.

She had spent every hour she could every day trying to remember just a small fragment, maybe even a sound, but each time was a failure. And each time it broke her.

But after about two months after the accident small fragments of those lost memories started to come back to her. It had started with a smell; her mother's perfume. And that day she remembered walking into a house that she assumed was the Hale House, hand-in-hand with her mother smelling her vanilla and scented perfume.

Then some more came back after having the heater in the car blast her in the face, triggering memories of her feeling the blast of heat in front of her that had burned the bottom of her arm from wrist to elbow.