Whispers of Elyria

WHO AM I?

I suddenly jolted awake, my heart racing and my voice hoarse from shouting. 'ADRIENNE!' I yelled, my eyes scanning the unfamiliar room frantically. But I was alone. I realized I was in  world that was both familiar and strange, like a forgotten melody. I experienced a mix of emotions, oscillating between fear, anger, and desperation. I attempted to calm myself, but my racing thoughts wouldn't subside. I struggled to believe what the doctors and nurses were telling me, but their words felt like a fabrication. They said I had been in a coma for four days, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. I suddenly became aware of a group of people surrounding me, and a bodyguard standing watchfully nearby. It was then that I got a glimpse into my life - I was a multi-billionaire. The revelation shocked me, and I struggled to wrap my head around it. A group of people introduced themselves as my family - my  dad, and brother. Their faces were etched with worry and relief, and they seemed so genuine that I pretended to believe them. I played along, hoping to uncover more about my past and the life I couldn't remember. They seemed to mean it, and their concern was palpable, so I nodded and smiled, trying to fit into this unfamiliar role. I was told that I had been involved in an accident on my way to a cinema date with my best friend but when I tried to remember his face,  or even the details of the crash, my mind came up blank. It was as if my memories had been erased, leaving me with a deep sense of unease and disconnection ,I  only remembered his name. I felt like I was living in a nightmare, unable to wake up. The nurse's words echoed in my mind: 'You were in a car accident with your best friend and u are suffering from a traumatic disorder...The word 'trauma' echoed in my mind like a haunting whisper. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong, that a part of me was missing. The accident, the best friend I couldn't remember, the fragments of memories that refused to surface... it all felt like a heavy burden I couldn't carry. I felt lost and alone, trapped in a sea of uncertainty. The trauma had left me with a sense of disconnection, as if I was observing my life from outside my body. I couldn't recall the sound of my best friend's laughter, the way he smiled, or the memories we shared. It was as if our friendship had been erased, leaving me with a gaping hole in my heart. I felt like I was drowning in a ocean of forgotten memories, desperate to cling to something, anything, that could help me stay afloat . But what did it mean? Who was this best friend I couldn't remember? And what had happened to us? I felt like I was losing my grip on reality, and the more I tried to remember, the more my head spun. I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of confusion and fear, unable to escape . The news shocked me, and I immediately asked where my best friend was. But to my surprise, there was no sign of him anywhere. I frantically scanned the room,  but he was nowhere to be found.  - what had happened to him? Why isn't he here with me? You were rushed to the hospital, and then flown to Canada for emergency surgery.' I tried to process her words, but my mind was foggy and my memories were hazy. I remembered the car crash, pushing my best friend to safety BUT his face was blurry, and shouting my final words... but everything after that was a blur. 'Canada?' I whispered, trying to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head an and I fell back onto the pillow. My dad's face came into focus, etched with worry and fatigue. 'You're safe now,' she said, holding my hand. 'You're going to be okay.'"