AUTUMN RAIN (on hold)

4-The Nightmare

 *drum rolls….  HERE YOU GO! ENJOY

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I woke up early the next morning and decided to stay in bed. I had kicked my sheets off the bed and was lying with my knees folded up towards the ceiling. I was thinking about what I was going to do next. How I was going to carry on with my life. AmI supposed to go about everyday like everything’s normal? Unfortunately, right now my life is anything but normal.

I turn my head towards the purple wall, there are only a few pictures hanging on it now. The floor is clean and somebody has picked up all the pieces of glass and the photos.

Was I a nice person?

What was I like before the accident?

What was everything like before the horrible accident that changed my life?

Who were the people in the pictures?

When’s my birthday?

What are my hobbies?

Who am I?

These questions vexed my mind for a good few hours until I finally got tired of not having the answers. I got out of bed and walked towards the dresser. I stood in front of it and examined myself. My brown hair were a mess right now and were sticking out at several places, my slightly oval shaped face looked dull and my greyeyes looked lifeless. I was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

In all I looked sluggish and boring.

I took out a pair of jeans and a dark green, full-sleeved t-shirt. I decided to ditch the hoodie even though it was kinda chilly. I changed quickly and headed downstairs. On reaching downstairs I glanced at the kitchen clock. It said 11:00 pm. Both my parents and Chris were sitting in the living room. My dad was doing something on a laptop. My mom was curled up on the couch and was engrossed in a novel and Chris was twiddling with his cellphone.

“Do I have a cellphone?” I thought.

I stared at them for a while and then sat down on one of the sofas. My mom and dad looked up while Chris just glanced and then went back to doing whatever he was doing.

It must be Sunday that’s probably why everyone’s home.

Wait.

“Why do I still remember all the general things, even though I have amnesia?”

My parent’s expression changes from slightly shocked to happy.

“Your amnesia just causes you to forget memories including people and things about your personal life.” My dad tries to explain.

“Lucky me.” I think

“Well.” I fidget with the hem of my shirt.

“I want to know about myself.” I finally manage to say.

My brother looked up now and put down his cell phone, he still doesn’t look at me though.

This morning, while I was in bed I had finally decided to make use of the doctor’s instructions. Doctor Brown had told me to make new memories. He told me that I should question my parents about myself, slowly so that I don’t strain myself much.

I was tired of not knowing anything now. I was tired of being a ghost.

“Well, what do you want to know first?” my mom said.

I thought for a while, arranging all the questions in my mind.

“I know that my name is Katherine, you are my parents and he is my brother.” I start.