Love in dreams

Chapter 3

Kate's point of view

I woke up in the middle of the nowhere surrounded only by sand and a huge headache. I couldn’t move or yell because of my head and my legs also hurt so much that at the moment I wasn’t even thinking of walking or going somewhere.

I tried to look around hoping that I would see someone or something, but nothing, the only thing that I saw were purely blue sky and yellow sand…

I tried not to panic, but I failed. The good thing was that I had a black purse and a bottle of water next to it.

While I was searching the purse I couldn’t not notice that all these stuff were unknown to me. How is that possible? This is my purse, right? Then I looked and saw my legs that I didn’t recognize either and a big question came to my mind. “Do I even know who I am? Who am I? Ohh my God, who am I? Somebody tell me!” I started shouting and screaming, but nobody answered or heard me.

How, how could I forget who I was? I started wondering how I got here and where I live. Come on, woman, try to remember! It’s not possible that I lost my memory. How could that happen to me? I mean, what did even happen that got me into this mess?

I was always wondering how the brain really works. Why when people lose memory only forget their lives, but not the life skills they've learned through it. Why do I remember how to calculate or how to make a pie? But, when it comes to my name I don’t remember it. That always bothered me in the movies and now, I’m living a movie...

I continued searching my bag for something that would help me find out who I was. I found a wallet and an ID in it and I took it. I saw a pretty woman on the picture. Is it possible that it was me? Finally, I saw the name. ‘Lacey Green, LA, California'. Nothing, it doesn’t even ring a bell. So, does this mean that I'm in LA right now? Bloody hell then why do I have a British accent?

I searched for something else that could help me find out where I live and I found an address.

After a while, my legs and head started feeling better and I stood up, started walking… And I walked and walked till I found a gas station. I stopped by and asked a man where I should go to find this address. He was polite and he showed me which way I should go. It was actually pretty close. It was just a couple of miles away.

Soon, I found the house that was supposed to be mine and I knocked. Some lady opened the door and she looked worried and nervous. She gave me a hug.

“Ohh Lacey honey, you are here, I was worried sick. Where were you? We were looking everywhere for you. Yesterday, you told me that you are going somewhere to do something and you didn’t come home. We called the police. Oh, I got to tell your father that you came. Phil, she is back! Lacey is here.”

Then a tall man came and he hugged me, too. “Where were you young lady? Did you know that your mother and I were terrified of what might happen to you? Now do tell me where you were.”

“I, I…I don’t know. Who are you people? Can you tell me who I am?”

“Elizabeth, did you hear this? Is it possible that our daughter lost her memory? We need to go to the doctor’s office to check out her brain to see if she really lost her memory.” He sounded really worried and I felt sorry for him. If he really was my father I didn’t want him to worry.

“Oh my God, my own daughter can’t remember her own mother. Why did this happen to us? Phil, let me just change mine and her clothes and we are going to doctor’s. Ok?”

“Ok, fine.”

“Come, Lacey, come on in. We have to change.”

As I walked into the house I started looking around trying to find something that will help me remember my life, but nothing. I saw one picture of me and those two people who are supposed to be my parents. We look so happy in that photo. I look pretty happy. It’s like I'm smiling to the person who made that photo, it’s like I have feelings for that person. This thought gave me shivers. I wonder who that is. Maybe I can ask this woman, I mean my mum.