Amnesiac

Third

Doc Karla, the one who is handling me, says that I am already healthy enough to go home. My mother says that it was about time, and she and Darren were excited of bringing me home.

I was supposed to be excited like them. I would be going home again and I would probably be in my room, like how my mother says. But when you just woke up from coma and you can't remember a thing, there's nothing you'll be excited for, no matter how big the upcoming event is.

Doctor Karla instructed me to write everything I would be feeling or anything at all in a journal notebook she gave me. She said that it would somehow speed up my recovery, mentally and physically. So I smiled her thanks and grasp the leather notebook she has given me.

"Are you excited?" my mother asked for the nth time of the day.

"Yeah," I lied. "D-d-do I have any s-s-siblings?" I asked her out of the blue.

She shook her head. "No, you're an only child."

"W-where's my f-f-father then?" I asked her, my voice remaining neutral though my insides were churning with curiosity. There was always this part in me that want to ask questions to her and to the guy who happens to be my boyfriend. My mother's face drops as she fights between saying the truth or not.

When was my birthday?

Am I straight or not?

What is my favourite colour?

Do I prefer girl clothes or boyish type?

Who the hell is my celebrity crush? Do I have one?

It sucks when you don't know yourself.

"He's not here, Andromeda," Darren catches the question and I caught my mother send him a thankful glance. "Let's just say that he's in some place away,"

I nod and ought myself to shut up. You might never know if I was annoying them already with the questions I keep firing them.

"Do you wanna hang out when we get back?" Darren asks me and I shook my head.

"I'm sorry," I declined. "But w-w-when you just woke up from a v-v-very long s-sleep, it seems like y-y-your body is still picking up e-everything t-that is going on. It f-f-feels like e-everything I do is t-tiring and it d-d-drains me in a m-moment," I explained finding something as simple as talking difficult.

Darren smiles warmly. "Do you want to watch a movie in your house then?"

I smiled back to him. "That would be p-p-pretty much... better,"

After saying good bye to Doctor Karla and confirming that I would be visiting her very soon for check up, we went to my mother's car and drove home in silence, Darren holding my hand and leaving me whether if I would squeeze his hand back or not. Being amnesiac was something hard to deal with. It feels like even my feelings for someone were forgotten and I have to figure it out. It is just as shitty as it can get that those feelings that I have forgotten included how I probably loved Darren.

I just hope I would find the feeling of loving Darren soon.

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The house I was living in was huge, too huge for my liking. The house was too massive I thought I would be lost if I would part ways from Darren or mom. "This is our house?" I asked my mother.

She smilingly nod at me and I took that as I yes. She and Darren started to take the small bags that were in the trunk and we went inside the house. The house was way more extravagant in the inside than how it looked outside. When I was in the hospital, I was informed that we were resourceful because of how Doctor Karla tells stories about my mother who did not stop paying for specialties for my recovery, but I was not informed that we were this resourceful.

"Am I going to clean this house per week or something?" I asked my mother. Sometimes when I ask questions, I tend to sound stupid.

Darren laughs. "No, Andromeda, you live and own this house. You're basically the princess in this house."

I look at Darren. He spoke firmly and every word he said was laced with pure pride and confidence. It made me think that maybe he was as wealthy as we were.

"Oh." I spoke.

"Come on in kids," mom calls from the door frame. I realized that Darren and I were walking slowly that we were just halfway through the stone patch lane that leads to the front door. "Do you want me to ask a maid to make you guys some foods?"

That sounds so simple for asking someone. I smiled to mom and planned on telling her that I can do foods on my own and there's no need to ask someone to do it for me, but Darren spoke before I could. "Sure, thank you." he says.

I silently frowned. That was such a simple task to do and there was no need on having someone to do it for me. But I cannot decline anymore, it has been said. Maybe that is how I'll do for the moment.