I Hate Clichès

The life she didnt rememeber

The first thing I remember? A bright white light. No not a godly white light, rather a bright hospital light.

Why I'm here? Beats me. I try to remember why, but I come up empty. Now that I think about it, I try to remember the events of the past few days but I can't. Nothing is in my memory. It hurts to remember, a huge piercing pain.

Sitting up, I look around and wince. I look down and gasp quietly. My left leg is in a long cast that goes up my thigh. Purple, green, black and yellow bruises decorate my entire body; up my arms which are covered in bandages, down my legs, and as I check under my gown, all over my stomach.

Briefly I reach up and touch my head, discovering a huge bandage is wrapped around it. When I pull my hand back it's  bloody.

"Oh goodness! You're awake!"

I look up slowly and frown at the short dark haired nurse. She walks closer to me and her eyes widen.

"And bleeding, let me get Doctor Goodall and change the bandages."

She walks out as quickly as she came in and I'm left alone.

All alone.

I don't remember having friends, or family, or anyone that cares. It's sad, but I guess I'll be okay.

Will they discharge someone who doesn't even remember their own name?

I doubt it but I couldn't  be sure. Then again I can't be sure of anything.

I hear the door open and suddenly the nurse is back by my side. She quickly pushes me back down.

"Relax dearie, it'll all be okay. I just need to change your bandages and clean your stitches." She starts unwrapping the head bandage and I try to stay as still as I can even if the pain is close to unbearable.

She leaves once she's done, and the doctor takes her place. He's a tall and slim man, with a blonde receding hair line. He looks at me with curiosity.

"How're you feeling today? Any pain or bleeding? Any sudden urges to vomit?"

I shake my head. "Can I have some water please?"

He smiles. "Of course."

Walking away, he fills up a clear cup of ice and water , putting a lid with a straw on it before handing it to me. I quickly drink it, leaving it half empty before placing it on the bedside table.

"So... what's my name?"

His smile instantly drops. Skin turning pale, he looks me over to see if I'm joking.

"Like, who I am? I can't remember anything. Is anyone here to see me? Do I have family?"

He quickly composes himself, mumbling quiet curses before checking his clipboard.  "You can't remember anything? At all?"

"No, and it hurts my head when I do try."

The room is silent for ten years until he speaks. "We'll need to run a couple more tests on you before I can make a definitive decision on your condition. But by the looks of it, you have Retrograde Amnesia."

"What's that?" I frown and a small bundle of panic settles inside me. "Will I never remember who I am?"

He purses his thin lips. "I can't be sure. This particular type of amnesia happens after trauma to the brain, the car accident you were in caused that trauma and It was so bad it caused you to forget your memories. You can have new ones, as of now, but it can't be sure you'll remember the life you had before."

"Dr. Goodall, who am I?" If I can't remember my life I at least should know who I am.

He checks his papers again and gives me a half smile. "Your name is Natalia. I hope that rings a bell."

Natalia. Nope no bells yet to ring.

I frown and shake my head. "No nothing."

It's his turn to frown. "I'll be back."

I nod and sit back, playing with my thumbs for a bit. Ten minutes pass by, then twenty, and pretty soon I start to think he'll never come back. Then I hear it. Yelling, booming footsteps, and the door knob to my room starts jingling.

My breathing starts to become shorter and faster, and I panic. The heart monitor picks it up, blaring loud beeps. I shut my eyes tightly and cover my ears.

What could that be?

After a few minutes, the room is silent again and Dr. Goodall comes back in.

I instantly sit up and frown. "What the hell was all that noise?"

Cautiously he steps forward and cocks his head. "You really don't remember anything, do you?"

Scoffing, I glare at him. "Not since the last time you asked. No, I don't remember anything. Quite frankly I'd like to go home, if I even have one."

His eyes soften and he nods understandingly. "Your parents-"

Suddenly the door opens wide and a tall slim woman with black hair and blue eyes walks in, and is by my side in an instant.

"Aren't around. They haven't been for a while." She smiles at me and pushes a strand of hair out of my eyes. "My name is Isabelle, I will be taking care of you. I will be your caretaker for however long you need. Your things my dear, are already packed. Once Dr. Goodall clears you we can leave Okay?"

I didn't recognise her, at all. What did she mean my parents haven't been around for a while? Did I have parents? Where were they? How long was I out for?

"Doctor, how long was I out for?" I'm scared to know but I know I have to.

"Ten months." He says quietly. "You've been in a coma for ten months. You were in such a critically low condition, your parents couldn't afford to pay for you. Luckily your friend did."

"What friend?"

"My employer, but that doesn't matter now. We must get going soon. Here's a change of clothes," She hands me a clear plastic bag with what seems to be jeans inside. "Don't keep me waiting. You have a life to get back to."

She leaves with Dr. Goodall, walking in hushed tones about something and I'm left alone again.

"Yeah," I mumble. "A life I don't remember."

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Hey everyone, I just wanted to say that currently I am working on the sequel to this book called, "Amnesia" and I'm so excited for it! New chapters will be done soon, and thank you all for being with me through this crazy ride of a book.