Emptiness. That's the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. Granted, that's the only thing I felt and saw that day. Just white blurry empty ceiling looking back at me. Moments later, I'm starting to see figures. One..two..three blurry figures. As my eyes focused to a more clearer view, I saw two grown men and a woman, two of which are looking at me with tears on their eyes. The other man however was pointing a flashlight directly to my eyes as if examining something. He had white lab coat on and a stethoscope hanging around his neck. It was then I realized that I was at a hospital. I don't know why I'm here or how I even got here but judging by the man and woman's expressions, I'm guessing it's pretty bad.
"Keep her stable for me, people." I heard a man say but the voice was too distant for me to hear clearly. Her? Was he referring to me or someone else? I didn't know. In fact, I didn't even know who I am. My name, my age, my parents.. Everything. This terrified me. My vision turned hazy once again then I felt the panic reigning inside my guts.
"Her heart rates going up." Said a woman's voice who I'm guessing was a nurse.
"Okay, I need the fiblirator ready at 200." The doctor said.
"Please tell me she's gonna be okay, doctor." A new woman's voice that sounded so familiar pleaded.
"We're doing the best we can, Mrs. Andrews." said the doctor. I could hear a lot of shuffling around the room but I couldn't make out what was happening.
"Is it ready?" asked the doctor to somebody. Another moment of shuffling then the doctor finally said,
"Clear!"
Then everything went blank.
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"Honey?"
I turned immediately from the view outside the car window to the one who spoke. It was my mother. "Yeah?"
"I've been calling you for a while now and you didn't seem to hear me." She said while chuckling.
"Oh," I said returning my attention outside the car again."I just remembered something." I trailed off. My mom turned to me with wide eyes and asked, "Remembered? What did you remembered, Samantha?" My dad, who was driving, looked at me at the rearview mirror and waited for my answer.
"I just remembered that I forgot to get the poster that I hid under the bed," I lied, "But that's okay I could buy another one."
"Oh. Well, you have too many of those posters anyway." Mom relaxed and returned her eyes in front of the car. Dad did the same.
My parents would always bug me whenever I blurted out that I remembered something so to stop them, I usually tell them a safe lie. Like what I did now.
What I actually remembered was my days at the hospital. The day I just woke up from a coma that lasted for almost 2 and a half years. And the same day I couldn't remember anything. Turns out, I had an accident that caused my head to bump at something so hard and now I'm suffering from Amnesia. But what caused the accident? That I don't know. My parents didn't discuss that subject with me that much maybe because it's such a bad memory for everyone and they were worried that It'll trigger something to me. After four more days at the hospital and all my tests done, I finally went home.
Our house was just at the outskirts of Los Angeles and boy, it was pretty big. It was weird and very hard to get used to at first since it was basically my first time seeing that house even though I practically lived there my whole life but I got around to it quicker than I thought. For the past three weeks, my mom and dad have been helping me cope up with the things I had missed out and personal informations I'm supposed to know.
The doctors prescribed me medicines that I should maintain drinking and if there would come a time where I remembered something, we should phone them right away. Though the meds may be a little too pricey, my parents didn't have any problem with that since they make enough money for us to come by. You see, they're both successful lawyers on their own firms. We are pretty famous on our own neighborhood as well, seeing everyone at the street greeting us as we pass by.
At first it was hard for everyone, me panicking and getting frustrated at not remembering a single thing but as time had gone by, I finally came to accept my situation. Everything was going great and I was already getting used to my everyday routine until my mom had a phone call that made us all packing on the next day. I asked her why we're suddenly moving. She said, "It's just a job thing." Then she would just smile after that.
And now I'm here at the back seat of our car watching the dancing trees that we pass by. We're now on our way to our new home in New Jersey. My mom said that I'll also start school here to finish my senior year. I wasn't sure if I should be excited about it since I couldn't remember what school was like. Well, moving here was probably a great opportunity for me to start making memories that I hope would be wonderful.
