The Last Pages of my Memory

Writing Down my Memory

I woke up in a beautiful sunrise. Everything looks amazing. Magical.

But then again, I saw myself in an unfamiliar place.

White curtains, white ceiling, while floor, white bed. Everything around me was filled with white colored objects.

Only the scenery of the sunrise peeking behind the opened window provided the lighting inside.

I sat down from where I was lying, and a green sticky note posted at the foot of my bed welcomed me.

I took it and read what was written on it.

Elisa Genevieve D. Ferran is my name. I am 16 years old, and was about to graduate from high school when I suddenly met an accident down the road few weeks ago. I am now confined in an hospital room becuase the doctor said I still have several examinations to take before I could finally make my way out if this place.

I am suffering from an Anterograde Amnesia, wherein I won't be able to remember events that happened in the recent past. I am unable to recognize people I have met even just few hours ago.

I flipped the note to see if something else was written at the back, and I didn't fail.

Today, you have something else to do. First, put your slippers on and find the yellow notebook placed just above your bedside table.

I did what the note had said and try to search for the yellow notebook.

When I found it, I returned to the note and read what was next.

Now, open it and search for the page with incomplete writings.

I turned the book pages, hoping to see the page with incomplete writings.

take the pen stucked on the side of this notebook and do the last thing I'll say to you.

I took the pen, and read the last sentence on the note.

Finish the story my Dear Genevieve. Someone's waiting for you to finish it.

Good Luck! ♥

I read the title of the Book at the front page.

WRITING DOWN MY MEMORY

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