Voice Mail

Voice Mail - One

Everything feels so empty.

I feel like a body without a soul. Alone, void, and lost.

I don't know what to do with my life anymore.

Sometimes I wish that I died on that accident instead of living without a memory. It was like trying to see a light in a never ending dark tunnel.

Nothingness.

I don't know what to think, should I be glad, organize a party, go to Paris then celebrate that I can't remember anything from my past or run to the corner get depressed and cry my eyes out. Confusing, I know.

When I woke up after almost a year, the doctors said it's a miracle that I survived on that plane crash. Out of 106 passengers and crews, only 9 left, including me. They never really give more details concerning that the accident will trigger more trauma to me.

I was glad though, as I watched the people I barely knew cried over me the time I opened my eyes.

Said they were my parents, Maria my mom, Alfred my dad and my sister, Beatrice. They really had high hopes that I would woke up one day and I didn't failed them.

It was sad at the same time that I don't have any single memory of them.

They were like strangers to me.

After two months, the doctor finally discharged me.
Saying I still need to visit him every three months to check if there's any improvement in my brain. Gave a mountain of alien medicines to me and waved his goodbyes.

"Millie"

That word, sounds foreign to me.

"You're Millie, that's your name." A small smile appeared on her lips. She inched closer and wiped my cheeks with her soft hand.
I never noticed that I was crying.

"I.. can't remember.. anything." I sobbed. I raised my left hand and my eyes widened. My lips quivering, I trailed my eyes on the faded ugly scars on my forearm down to my wrist. With trembling lips, I spoke.

"What.. happened to me?"

I looked up to her, confusion clear in my eyes. She cringed. Avoided my gaze and look somewhere the room but me.

"Please.. Tell me." I tried to reach her but she backed away slowly.