Sarah (h.s)

Chapter Two

Sarah

Pain. I feel it running through my body like lightning bolts. Pulsing pain. In my head. Pounding mixed with grogginess and I swear I never want to open my eyes again. I fight against myself in a battle to let the light in. I win, but it's agonising. Since when was letting light in so harsh. I close them again. Why is the darkness so inviting? It felt like it's the only thing I knew. Where am I?

My feet hit the floor. I feel the plushness of the bed beneath my fingertips that I was just lying on. I finally open my eyes. A generic bedroom. One that I have never seen before. It hits me. I have never seen anything before. Stupidity also hits me at my ridiculous thought. How could I never have seen anything? What's my name? Where am I? Who am I supposed to be?

Fright bolts through me at the thought of how lost I am. It's like I am not comprehending anything. What's going on? I can't remember anything. All I can remember is black.

The door cracks. I jump up and scurry away in fear. I'm too scared to let the light in. The darkness is somewhat comforting.

"Sarah?" It was a man's voice. Who's Sarah? I was losing control over my muscles as they shook in fright. I backed myself into a wall with a thud. "I won't hurt you." He said. It still wasn't comforting enough. I'm so confused it's frustrating. Why can't I remember anything? I heard his footsteps nearing. Who is this man? Do I know him?

"Stay back." I said quickly, too panicked to process my words.

"Please Sarah, don't be afraid of me." He continued his comforting attempt. My bones rattled.

"Who's Sarah?" My voice shook. I heard him mumble something along the lines of: the doctor's said this would happen.

"Don't be alarmed, but you are." He said seriously.

"I'm Sarah?"

"You are Sarah." He confirmed again. The room goes mind-numbingly silent. I'm terrified. Why do I not know who I am? I don't remember anything at all. With wide eyes I watch the man come closer, but I'm not as afraid now, I'm curious. I saw his face. He was younger than his voice lead to. Long brown curls. Green eyes that looked like gems had smashed in them as the reflected in the light. He was slightly beautiful. He may be in his early to mid 20's. I mumbled the name. Sarah. Sarah. Sarah. It felt like it didn't fit. Then again, nothing did.

"Who are you?" I whispered. I locked eyes with the strange man.

"I'm Harry." He stared at me cautiously. Nothing came to mind. He was a complete stranger.

"Wh-wha..." I couldn't form words. My head was a mess. It's like my brain had been wiped clean. A stupid blank space.

"Sit down darling. I'll explain everything." Harry said slowly. Darling? Why did he call me that? I don't understand. My slow steps lead me to the bed that I woke up on. I sat down even slower than I had walked. The man sat down as well, luckily at a comfortable distance.

"I know you're confused. And I know this will be hard to understand. Just hear me out. Please, Sarah." He pleaded softly. I nodded, not trusting my voice. He started breathing slower, more deeply, like what he was about to say would hurt him. "Two months ago, you were in a car crash." My lips parted slightly. Why didn't I remember it? "It was a front on crash, a drunk driver slammed into your car, and you flew through the front windshield. You were rushed to hospital. I thought I had lost you. Your heart stopped. The doctors were about to call it." The story was punching me in the chest repeatedly. It hurt to listen to. Though I was intrigued nonetheless.

"And out of nowhere, they heard a heartbeat. Your heartbeat." His voice shook. I could feel the pain being emitted from his chest. It was darting around the room. Unavoidable. "Heaven brought you back to me. They brought my angel back." I tensed. This was too much. Far too much. I shuffle away from him on the bed until I reach the corner, boxing myself away in fear.

"Don't be afraid of me, baby." He whispered. I don't believe it. The story. None of it made any sense. This couldn't be real.

"I don't even know you." I retorted even quieter than he.

"You did, Sarah." The name still sounded so foreign. "Before the crash, you were mine. I met you in a movie theatre. You tripped and ran into me, throwing popcorn all over me." He let out a small laugh, finding utter delight out of his memories. "Everything after that is history, I guess. You became my girlfriend, and we were so in love, the town was jealous of us. We were perfect. Before the crash, we'd been together for around a year." That couldn't be me. How could I forget someone if I loved him as much as much as he claimed I did?

"Why don't I remember anything?" I had to get one of my million questions answered.

"Well bab-Sarah," Harry refrained, sadness in his approach. "Although your heart had somehow, miraculously, started beating again, you had fallen into a coma." He leaned his body closer to me, almost trying to make me understand better, but nothing was helping. I stayed tensed in the corner, arms locked around my knees, which were closed to my chest. "You were in deep sleep for the next 2 months. The doctors tried everything they could to wake you up. Nothing was working. They started coming into your room everyday and asking if I was ready to pull the switch." His eyes became glass.

"You were with me everyday?" I asked inquisitively, almost scolding myself for my curiosity afterward.

"Everyday. I couldn't bear leaving your side. I turned the doctors away everyday. I could never let you go. Never." He was tensing at the memory. I couldn't imagine how much pain he was in. If it really was true of how in love we were. Were. "And then one day, the miracle. My miracle. The doctors found the smallest amount of brain activity. You were waking. But only just." A small smile was on his face. "I couldn't believe something was actually happening. The whole thing was so surreal. But out of the happiness that something was happening, the doctors noticed something was wrong. Your brain wasn't responding normally to waking up from a coma. The started running tests to figure out what the missing piece was. And then they figure it out." The smile had left his face. Sorrow surrounded his words.

"My memories..." I whispered to myself, trying to put any of the pieces back together myself.

"Yes, your memories were the missing piece." His shoulders slumped. "The doctors knew you would be waking soon enough, so they said I could take you home to wake up in a comfortable environment, but from the looks of things, not comfortable enough. I'm so sorry Sarah." He nodded his head toward my stiffness backed into a corner.

"Don't be sorry. I'm just- I feel so lost right now." My voice rattled and broke.

"I have all the patience in the world. I'm going to look after you, Sarah." I try and let his words sink in, but it's so difficult. I just don't believe it. 

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