Amnesiac

Ninth

I sat on the chair like I was a small child as I looked down on my hands that were folded and rested on my lap. The angry look on my mother's face was enough to scare me. For an eighteen year old, I wasn't sure if being scared is still normal.

"Where were you last night, Andromeda?" she asks. "I was home early and I kind of hoped that I will see you in your room and sleeping soundly, but I see no sign of you."

I bit my lip before finding the courage to speak. "I was at a party nearby."

"A party?" she hisses. "Why didn't I know any of this?"

"I thought that it would be okay if I leave, seeing that I am eighteen." I reasoned.

Mom laughs dryly, a hand on her hip as she stared down at me. "And you're speaking back to me like some sort of a disrespectful kid." She scoffs. "Why didn't you at least tell me that you had plans on going to a party?"

I sighed. "Mom, I am eighteen. Eighteen is a legal age, am I right?"

"I don't actually care if eighteen is a legal age or not!" she breaks down and I flinch lightly. "What I actually care about is the fact that you did not tell me that you were going out!"

I remained silent on my chair. I feel so uneasy due to my mother's outburst. The odd part is, I wasn't actually feeling any guilt about the fact that I kind of disobeyed her. In fact, I feel satisfied with what I have done.

"Are you aware that you just woke up from a comatose that lasted for five months?" she asked me, and I was about to say some sort of a sarcastic remark about my past conditions but she beats me into speaking. "Don't you think that you worried me to the max?"

I opened my mouth and closed it again. I wasn't sure what to say and I am pretty much sure that if it is something that is no good, I should not say it because it might get the matters worse.

My mother continues on speaking. "Good God Andromeda," she mutters, "You woke up from a sleep that lasted for five months! Almost half a year! Everyone thought you were about to give up. No words can explain how thankful I am that you actually woke up and prove us wrong that you were going to die!"

I winced at the mention of death. She was right. I was indeed close to dying at that point. It was like standing at the edge of the cliff and one wrong move, would lead me to the end. Nobody, not even me, can explain how much of a miracle it was to have me living and breathing again.

I sighed. "Sorry, mom." I muttered. "I really am. I just thought that I needed a little fun." I told her.

"And you're not having fun with the company that Darren and I provide you?" she asks me.

It took all fibres of my being not to snort at her question. Of course not. Darren won't sleep with me which, by the way, troubles me and my feelings for him since I cannot remember anything about him and us. And you, ever since the doctor told us that I was stable, you've been in work at all times! Without being rude or anything, what kind of company are you really talking about at this very moment, mother?

"I do." I simply answered; though it was a lie.

I feel like I want to lash out and destroy everything that I would get my hands on. I feel like I want to be so violent at this second and perhaps hurt somebody. For a second, I thought I might not be able to control myself and I will end up hurting my mother. But I did planted in my brain that I needed to control my emotions and I need to be considerate, knowing that she is my mother.

She sighs. "Go to your room." she decides. "You are grounded for two weeks, no phone, no laptop, no gadgets. Not even TV. You are not allowed to have visitors at the duration of you being grounded. You are not allowed to go out as well."