Chapter 3

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Scarlet's P.O.V

"I'm going to call your parents and tell them the good news." Dr. Fields gets up quickly to rush out of the room. But I quickly grab his wrist though, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn back to look at me.

"Could we hold off on telling my parents? I don't want them to start crowding with a ton of questions that I still might not be able to answer.."  I trail off, letting go of his wrist and folding my hands in my lap.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I got a tad excited for you." Dr. Fields laughs lightly.

"I know, it was exciting to have a piece of my life back. I just don't feel like I need to tell my parents everything. I'm 18 now, I'm an adult." I offer a small smile. He stares at me like I have three heads.

"Why are you looking at me, like that?"

"Did you just say your 18?" he looks at me with such an odd look. I nod. 

"How much do you not remember? Because it's 2011..If your birth certificate is right and you were born in 1988. Ms. Locken, your 23." He says.

"W-what?" I feel almost numb as the words pour out of my throat. 

"Ms. Locken, What is your last memory?" Dr. Fields sat down in the chair next to my bed, pulling out a notepad. 

I thought about this question deeply, "My last memory...I think my last memory was my 18th birthday party. My friends and I went clubbing... Oh! I remember something else, I remember the color green..like forest green. I don't know why I remembered that but that color is really prominent...maybe it was my favorite color? I don't know." I held my head as the headache began to form again. 

"I can't believe your missing so much of  your life. A lot can happen in 5 years, ya know." Dr. Fields finished writing down a few notes and standing up again, "I'll be back in a few hours to make sure your all ready to go home with your parents today." 

I look over at the clock it's only 9 o'clock in the morning. I have a few hours to reflect and/or sleep, which sleeping and hiding from my problems seems like a much better plan. I laid my head back onto my pillows in the crisp white sheets of my hospital bed. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to engulf me but it never does. I lay with my eyes closed for what seemed like forever. My eyes open when I hear screaming outside my room. I sit up and look out the window that shows into the hall, there is my parents and a man the has his back to me. The strange man is tense you can see it in his shoulders, he has a mop of curly hair sitting on his head, he's very tall but that's all I can tell. I can't hear what their fighting about but my mother is extremely unhappy with who ever this is, my father looks like he doesn't know what to do. I continue to stare at them trying to figure out what's going on but I can't read lips very well when their moving so fast and my mother is talking through her teeth. My father notices my starring and nudges my mother who takes her angry eyes from the stranger and turns them into guilty eyes looking at me. The stranger turns to where I can see his face now. He has a tight chiseled jaw, light pink lips, and finally my sight is locked in his eyes. Green. I know those eyes. I don't know how exactly, but I know those eyes. He keeps looking at me with such intensity, I couldn't detect what emotion was flooding in his eyes but it was quickly ripped away when my mother slapped her small hand down on his shoulder and yanked him back so he wasn't looking at me anymore. They exchanged a few words before he looked at me again for a brief second before brushing past my mother. My mother rubs her hands down her face, a action she does when she's stressed. My father just shakes his head and walks in my room.

"Who was that?" I ask boldly. 

My mother looks at me like she's ready to slit my throat for opening my mouth, "No one you need to worry about any longer."

"Violet she has the right to kn-" My father is interrupted by my mother shouting. 

"No Bruce! We are not doing this now. We are going home and this is the end of this conversation. That man is to never be brought up again, is that understood?!"

"What the hell is going on?" I ask extremely stressed. 

"Scarlet Elizabeth Locken. Have the respect for what I just asked." My mother snaps at me. I fall silent after that and the rest of the day is pretty much tuned out, I know that Dr. Fields had come back and was talking to me but I didn't hear what he was actually telling me. I couldn't stop thinking about that man that was here earlier or why I remembered his eyes or why my mother was so frantic about his being there or what I had a right to know. 

"Do you understand that, Ms. Locken?" Dr. Fields asks me. 

"Um yes, I understand."

"Good, I'll see you back here in 2 weeks." Dr. Fields smiles and hands me a piece of paper. After I pick up my pain killers we go home and I go straight to my room and lay down in my bed, finally sleep taking over my overly filled mind. 

(Scarlet's Dream)

I'm walking on a sidewalk somewhere and I look up to see a street sign 'Cork street', I continue walking and look both ways before crossing the street. A black car comes out of nowhere and the car hits me and I fly through the air and come crashing back down. I can't feel anything. I can't move. Then I'm met with a pair of bloodshot green eyes.

(End of Dream)

I shot up from my bed and noticed it was dark outside. I turn on my bed table lamp and hold my head. If Dr. Fields was right then, that man at the hospital was there the night of my accident and I need answers.  



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