Tom Riddle Imagines

Amnesia

Thomas Marvolo Riddle

I slowly peel open my eyes, and instantly shut them again, as bright lights hit me. I have no idea where I am, or who I am. I stay lying down with my eyes shut, face scrunched in confusion, as I try to recall anything that led me to this place, but my mind remains blank.

I huff in frustration, before opening my eyes again, this time more prepared for the blinding lights. When my eyes adjust, I realise that the ceiling is white. I slowly sit up, struggling a little, but manage in the end. The rest of the room is all white and..."I'm in a hospital?" I mutter to myself, confused.

I try to figure out why I'm here, but again nothing. I look around my bed, until I find an emergency button. I press it, and instantly cover my ears as an alarm blares throughout the ward. 3 doctors rush in, and over to me, beginning to check my vitals.

"Please, doctors, I'm fine. I just need answers" I inform them, trying to calm them down. "And is there no way to stop that infernal alarm?" I ask, my annoyance shining through. One of the doctors resets the alarm, and I can remove my hands from my ears.

"Right. I don't know what's wrong, but I can't recall any memories from before I got here, I don't even know who I am!" I tell them, exasperatedly. The doctors share a worried glance, before one of them quickly writes something down. "We don't want you to panic Tom, but we need to explain something important."

******

So it turns out, my name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. I'm 22, and I had a car accident. I had internal bleeding, along with a broken leg. Now, I apparently have retrograde amnesia, meaning that I cannot recall any past memories. Anything before I woke up is lost, but hopefully this amnesia is temporary.

I can be discharged later today, once they get results from the last examinations they did, and apparently my brother Mattheo Riddle is coming to collect me. Given that I have this issue, I am forced to trust these doctors. I only hope that they are able to cure me.

*****

At 5pm, my brother arrives, and I'm discharged from the hospital. When I see him, I'm about 80 percent sure he's my sibling, because of his looks. I keep conversation with him to a minimum until we get home, to avoid the awkwardness of not being able to remember him.

He drives us to a huge manor, that we apparently inherited from our father. He says that once I've settled in, he will fill in any gaps for me about my life, to which I nod, as we walk onto 'our' home. Mattheo leads me into the living room, and offers me a drink.

We sit opposite each other, and he slowly sips his drink, but I down mine all at once. He chuckles slightly, but doesn't say anything. Then a look of realisation crosses his face. "I'll be right back" he mutters, and runs upstairs, leaving me confused.

*****

Mattheo basically told me everything. Most of it was understandable, some things I didn't get. One thing that shocked me was how he said that I had a girlfriend, after explaining my personality. When I asked him where she was now, he told me she committed suicide last year.

Those words make my heart hurt, and I tell Mattheo that I want him to take me to her grave when I get discharged. He just nods slowly, and gives what seems to be a forced smile.

6 months later

I've managed to gain most of my memories back, but what saddens me is that I haven't got any back of Y/n. Since the day after I got discharged, I've been to visit her grave once a week, with fresh flowers. I sit and talk to her for hours on end sometimes, and Mattheo has to come get me and bring me home. I'm so thankful for him.

Tonight, I'm looking after him because he's drunk. I carry him up to his bedroom and lay him on the bed. Just as I'm about to leave, he grabs my arm. "Tom, I'm sorry" he whispers.

"Sorry for what, Mattheo? You've nothing to be sorry about, you've taken care of me" I tell him reassuringly. "No, you don't get it. I haven't been honest about something" He tells me, tears forming in his eyes.

"What? What is it, Mattheo? I can handle it" I demand. He shakes his head, a few tears falling before he speaks. "Y/n..." he starts, and I snap to attention as he speaks her name.

"Y/n never died Tom. She...uh...she cheated on you Tom. I don't know why, you guys seemed so happy. But you caught her cheating on you and got furious. After yelling at her, you left, and that's uhm...that's when you had the accident, Tom" he tells me shakily, his voice trembling.

"What? She's not dead?" I ask, and he shakes his head no. "T-then who's grave have I been visiting?" I ask, breathing heavily. "It's not a grave Tom. I just dug up the ground and replaced it, so it looked like a mound, then put a headstone shaped rock there" He tells me guiltily.

"Why? Mattheo, why? Why would you do that to me?" I ask, tears forming in my own eyes. "I...I couldn't bear the thought of that being the first thing you found out. I didn't want you to go looking for her, and hurt yourself and her by finding out she caused your accident" he begins to explain.

He pauses to wipe his face before continuing. "B-before the accident Tom, despite your personality, you treated her well. So well. Like a queen, and when you saw her cheating, I watched your heart break, Tom. The pain I saw in you, I never wanted to see again.

When the doctors did their initial scan, they figured out there was a possibility you'd get amnesia for a while, so at that time, I...I removed the memories of Y/n from your mind completely. That's why you haven't 'got the memories of her back,' Tom" he tells me.

I pause, taking in his explanation. I am angry of course, but I'm also glad for what he did. So I just pull Mattheo into a tight hug, and he sighs as we embrace. He is definitely glad I didn't lash out. I haven't...for now. But when I find her...Y/n is a dead woman.