Lost In Hope (a peddie story)

Confusion

Patricia's point of view:

The doctor finally arrived with a frown on his face. What's going on? I was extremely confused. He opened his mouth to say something but then quickly closed it. 

"Um excuse me doctor? Who am I? Why am I even here? Why won't you say anything to me?" I asked trying not freak out about the situation.

"Patricia, please try to calm down. I'm afraid you got hit by a truck and lost your memory. Your parents will be arriving soon and will explain everything to you. Please try and relax." He said in a soft tone.

Relax? How can I even relax when I completely lost all my memory and I don't even know who I am? 

Third Person Point of View:

Patricia's parents came rushing through the door with a worry on their face.

"Which room is Patricia Williamson being held in?" They asked in unison.

"Room 416, down the aisle over there." The lady by the desk pointed.

They both rushed through that directions and met Trudy.

"Trudy! What is this nonsense? I thought sending here to boarding school will keep her safe and now look what happened. Please explain this." Mrs. Williamson exclaimed.

"Well, Patricia and Eddie were going for a picnic last night and well, you see....she got hit by the truck...I am truly sorry for what had happen, I had not imagined this could have occurred." Trudy said in a soft, depressed tone.

"I can't believe what I am hearing. I thought you were the house mother. You should've have kept my daughter safe like a real mother would've. I knew that boy, Eddie was no good."

"And the worse news is Mr and Mrs. Williamson, Patricia has also lost her memory due to accident." Trudy added.

Mrs.Williamson slowly sat down on the seat beside her and put her hands over her face. 

"I'm taking her with me." Mr. Williamson finally spoke.

"Wait what?" Said Mrs. Williamson looking up at him.

"She lost her memory hasn't she? Well, we won't tell her anything about her attending Frobisher Academy. We will explain she lives with us and attends school back home. We would not tell about anything except for the memories we had." He said in a serious tone.

"Oh no please. I promise I will keep Patricia safe just please don't send her away." Trudy cried.

"It's for the best. We will be leaving as soon as Patricia recovers. Trudy please do me a favor and pack Patricia's thing and do not give specific information about Patricia. We would not want anybody trying to stop us."

"Alright," Trudy said with her head down. "I'll go to the house and gather up all her things."

When Trudy left, the doctor approached Patricia's parents. 

"I believe you know the basic ideas of what had happened with Patricia."

"Yes, yes we do. This was quite a shock to us." Replied Mr. Williamson.

"Well, Patricia is doing fine. She will be fully recovered tomorrow morning."

"That's excellent. Are we allowed to talk to her?"

"Of course, Mr. Williamson but try not to make the incident seem overwhelming for her."

"Thank you, doctor." Mr and Mrs.Williamson said as they headed straight towards the room. 

Patricia's Point of View:

A couple walked into the room that looked very worried. I'm guessing that could be my parents. The girl seemed young but not too young. I would guess late 30 or early 40s. She was really pretty. She had chestnut brown hair that had nice beach curls. Her makeup was natural but looked very pretty on her. The man was tall and had chestnut hair as well. His eyes were round and he had blue eyes. They slowly walked towards me and sat by my bed. The lady-who was actually my mom-held my hand and started to tear up. I finally decided to speak up.

"Um you must be my mom and dad." I started. "Do you know how I got hit by a truck and who I actually am?"

"Your name is Patricia Williamson. You live with us back in our home. You also have a twin sister named, Piper." My mom said.

"Is that it? Do I have any friends? How old am I? Do I go to school?" I asked with curiosity. I needed answers.

"Whoa whoa, hold on. Me and your father will explain everything when we get home. Right now you need to rest, Patricia." She said in a calm tone. 

How am I suppose to rest when I'm questioning about my identity? This was all confusing. Maybe I do need a rest to settle my brain.  

                                                                End of Chapter 8

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed chapter 8. I tried making it a bit more longer than the previous chapter since chapter 7 was quite short. If you have any ideas for this story, feel free to comment them down below. Thanks for reading <3