Amnesiac

Twenty Third

"Andromeda, I bought some Chinese—whoa!"

I felt Liz approach me and held me. I don't remember falling to the ground but somehow, I managed to fall and I was actually curled up into a ball. Mom's words echoed in my head over and over, it took me a good time to even believe that it was really her that told those words to me. Was she really my mother?

"Oh my god, Andromeda! What happened?" she asked me then wrapped her arms around me. "Come on, talk to me. I'm going to listen."

"She's a fucking monster."

"What?"

"She's a fucking monster!" I hissed, "My mother is a fucking monster!"

I started to scream loudly and thrash around the place. My hands keep on hitting the floor and my feet keep on kicking on nothing in particular. My voice echoes around the place of the apartment, and I swear that I would definitely get a noise complaint.

"What happened?"

"She fucking accused me. She believed Darren over me!" I screamed. "God!"

Liz tightened her hold on me to keep me from hitting anything hard; though it was too late because I've been hitting the floor. "Sh, sh, stop it, Andromeda. It's over now." Liz cooed. "Come on, everything's going to be fine."

Suddenly, everything around me spun and I knew this thing too well. I was remembering again. A part of my lost memory is coming back.

I was in my room back in home. I was sitting on my bed and my mother was pacing around the place. Tears spilled from my eyes, like how I saw myself in my previous remembering. My mother wore her angry expression.

"You're going to fix this." mom said firmly. "You are not breaking up with him."

"But mom, he clearly doesn't love me anymore!"

"I don't care!" she screams. "You are going to talk to him. Beg to him if you need to! Just get him back! If you need to be on your knees just to get him back to you, then do it!"

"I don't want to be with him anymore! Stop doing this to me!"

"I don't care if you don't want to be with him anymore! You are going to be with him! You are going to fix this!" she shouts at me then exits the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Andromeda!" Liz shouts. "Oh my God, Andromeda!"

I tried to speak, but everything hurts. I gritted my teeth. "Leave me a-alone," I said. "L-leave m-m-me alone..."

Slowly, the spinning surroundings blacked out and there was nothing to see. I passed out but I can feel my own shaking and I can hear the ringing in my ears.

-

My eyes flew open when I saw that I am not in the apartment. I was in somewhere filled with white; too white that it was blinding. The bright aura of the light bulb just added to the fact that everything is blinding. Everything is hurting my eyes.

"Andromeda?" I heard a familiar voice. I turned to see Doctor Karla. A part of me felt relieved that I was in a hospital. My mind was reeling with thoughts that I might be in heaven or something. A part of me panicked, seeing that I can remember anything, and the reason why I ended up in the hospital.

"How are you?" she asked me.

I tried to recall everything that happened before I ended up here. Mom visiting... us fighting over something so petty about my relationship with Darren and her issues with Karlos and Liz gets in my mind, "Tired."

She smiles warmly at me. "You had a seizure."

"What?"

"A seizure." She repeats. "It's normal for you and your condition. You just woke up from comatose barely two months ago and you're still under your memory loss. The stress from your school just adds up."

I tried to sit up but then the stinging pain on my back shoots right through my senses, I winced. "Who sent me here?" I asked, remembering that the last person I was with was Liz.

"The red head. She claimed to be your best friend?"

I nod at her. "Is she around?"

"She just went out with some other kid with curly hair." She informs me. My heart immediately lurched at the mention of curly hair. Karlos.

"Would they be back?" I asked her.

"Visiting hours is over, but seeing the circumstances and the reason why you ended up here, I could pull some strings and bring them over if you'd want." She tells me. I told her that I want to have either one of them over here for some sort of consolation since I am very much stressed. "Okay, I'll go get the girl's number."

I nod at her again and she soon leaves. I looked down at myself and saw that I was not in my regular clothes anymore and that hospital clothes were now worn on my body. A dextrose needle was poked on my right hand, on a particular vein, and I took notice of the wounds I got right from the start.

It's been a while since I last took a good look at the mirror to examine myself. Since school, checking myself over the mirror was like the last thing I have in my mind. I don't know if the wounds I have over my upper body are gone already. My right hand lifts up and touches the now-scar tissue by my brow and temple. The last time I checked, I looked badass with the scar.

Minutes later, the door in my room opens up and there enters Karlos. I wondered why he was the one who arrived and not Liz. "She's almost snoring when she called me and asked me if I could visit you over."

I nod at his instant explanation. "Sorry if this would be a burden to you. I know that it's late, but I don't really like being alone right now."

"What happened?"

"I started remembering earlier. The vision was way longer than the ones I previously had." I told him. "My mom visited and she started cussing me out about the fight I had with my boyfriend."

"Bullshit." He muttered and I chuckled.

"Tell me about it."

"Do you want to talk about it more?" he asked. "I mean, about the mother cussing out thing? You know, I'm good when it comes to mothers. Not that I'm telling I had one."

I looked at him and by the look on his face, I confirmed that he was just kidding around and there was nothing to worry about. "I don't really want to talk about my mother and how shitty she is turning."

He sighs. "Okay, well, what do you want to talk about if you don't want to talk about your mum?"

"I don't know," I sighed. "Sorry if I bothered you with this and I have no interest in talking, but if you want to go home, I could just give you money for cab fares." I insisted.

He shook his head. "Nah, I don't mind." he says. "I don't really mind going all the way here, if it means being with you in all definitions."

My heart leaps in my body at the sound of his sincerity and the sentence he just said. When I replayed his sentence over and over in my head, that's when I realized it.

I'm having real feelings for Karlos.