Days were easier. People came in and went. Even though all I could hear was their voices, it was enough for me to sense my surroundings. Many friends paid visits, acquaintances stormed in and out, but what seemed distinct was this voice, droopy and deeply affected by adolescence, always by my side. Simon never actually left. I could feel him, humming a vaguely sweet yet rough song. The feeling was warm.
My memories stormed in my brains. We going to the beach. Where it is sunny, damp wind kissing our cheeks. The ocean spreading it's arms wide, calling me.
The sea plays so many parts. All at once. Waves, like so many children, screaming with excitement, giggling harder as they rush towards their strong, heavenly father.
The ocean, as deep as a woman's heart, sinking all the emotions in order to settle them in the distant seabed.
The ocean, like a deadly enemy, looking all inviting and cheerful from the outside, dragging the person to it's most fatal depths, pasting a fake smile alongside the horizon, false promising a trip to the sun.
I got sucked in by the fascinations of the ocean, the supreme multiplayer. I had a dream,
It was warm and sunny. I was running with full force along the shore, defeating Sebastian in a race. My Dad was wearing printed shorts, hugging my Mom tightly as the waves rushed towards them, hooting in delight.
I looked towards the sun. Simon was standing there, his lanky arms spreading wide, calling me repeatedly towards him. I rushed towards him, going away from the sea, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a dark cloud flooded the clear sky, showering huge rain drops on us. The ocean's force increased with a rapid speed. The lightening flashed in, blinding as well as deafening us. The moment my eyes readjusted, a huge grey wave, travelled towards me. I turned around in search of an arm to hold but I was all alone in the stormy sea, where the shore was nowhere to be seen.
The water drained my surroundings, flooding everything. It was dark underwater, just a tint of dirty blue. I struggled, but nothing happened and soon I settled into darkness.
I got up with a jolt. Due to not opening for long, my eyes felt sore and dry. My head was thumping with pain. Around me, were people, unfamiliar faces, staring at me shocked and expectant.
"Spencer! OMG. Thank God, you are back! Uwais? Please call her parents and the doctor." Said a brunette, hopping in delight, signaling a tall, stocky boy.
Standing right beside the brunette, a girl with dark long braided hair, stepped in front and offered me a piece of a delicious looking chocolate cake.
"Kiran cooked it for you, baby. Your favourite!" Screamed another Asian girl, thin and pretty. Beside them, near the door, stood a boy with dirty blond spikes, huge hipster glasses. He was flashing a bright grin on me. Sitting beside me was a girl with pale blonde hair tied in a high pony, chipmunk cheeks and lip piercings.
Who were these people? Why are they around me? The door opened and the fat stocky guy reappeared.
"Simon, you wanna come in?" He asked someone outside the room, behind the door.
"Sure?" He asked once again, but the person might have said no, because the stocky came in.
But before he could step in the room, someone pushed past him and rushed over towards me. A middle aged women started kissing my face furiously. She had light brown Paige boy - cut, which was shruffled and undone, her eyes were leaking with tears, her lips were trembling. Behind her was a man with thinning hair, frequently streaked with greys, his lips curling, making his salt and pepper stubble wrinkle. His spectacles gleamed, resting on his long thin nose.
A handsome boy, around twelve years old, stood beside the old man, clutching to his sides, grinning. His complexion was wheat- ish , his dark brown hair covering his forehead.
"Oh, baby. My baby. Muah. Muah. Muah. Muah. Muah. Muah. Muah....."
I pulled away from the woman.
"I am sorry. You must be mistaken."
All the smiles vanished, all eyes fixed on me.
"Spencer, what do you mean?" Said the girl with long braid.
"I am not Spencer. You must be mistaken." I protested.
The boy with dirty blond hair said:
"Who are you, then?" He was grinning, his voice dripped in mock and sarcasm.
"I am...."
Blank.
I expected a name to pop in my brain. But it didn't. It was as hard as a high - level math problem.
"You are......?" The ageing man said, rotating his wrist, asking me to proceed.
Stare.
Stare.
Stare.
"I don't know who I am." My voice was suddenly very small.
Gasp.
People exchanged shocked glances, nodding.
The blonde with piercing held me tightly by my shoulders, glaring at me.
"You Do Know Me, DON'T YOU?!"
I nodded in a 'no'. She ran towards the door, wiping away tears.
"SASHA!" The pretty Asian girl ran after her. What the actual......
The doctors came in and asked me totally general questions about myself which I, unfortunately, couldn't answer.
"Spencer doesn't remember her Mumma, Raymond, she doesn't remember her parents." The woman said, shocked and hysteric.
The man dried his eyes and hugged the wheat boy and his wife.
"Memory loss, I am afraid." Said the doctor guy, fiddling with his stethoscope.
"It can last till a month or even more. She'll come after it soon." The Doc continued.
The brunette cussed under her breath, holding the blond boy tightly.
"She needs rest." The nurse declared, shooing everyone. From behind the door, a thin boy with messy hair peeped in. He had dark circles under the eyes, who looked away as soon as they spotted me. Something about that face was familiar. Something that felt mine. Mine.
The lights switched off and so I closed my eyes. I squeezed my muscles and forced my grey cells to find something hidden under the folds of my brain. Nothing. Blank. As if I was trying to think of something that had not happened yet.
Except.
Except something. Some voice. A tune.
A tune?
