Rebecca Reddison
She is an only daughter of Reddison., a bit spoiled princess. She loves her pet, Abby, a golden retriever to death. She will do anything for him. Even though she is a forgiving type, Dare to lay finger on her dog, chop you to pieces...
"Who are you?" She almost shout in fright . Thats a shock to me. At the same time it breaks me.
"Rebecca don't tease me. I almost lost my sanity already." I says in quivered tone, while trying to get hold of her. She tries to wiggle out of my hold in shaky hands.
"Dont you forget me ,,,,,plzzzz" I almost cry in my ached heart. I feel like I have lost both of my life, my child and my wife at the same time.
"I'm Nicholas Starling, your husband"I tries to hold her in hope that she would remember me after hearing my name.
She just stare me. What I saw in her eyes is blankness.
"Mom, dad, help me, he is trying to touch me, saying nonsense" she sobs. I feel like my heart is ripped apart seeing her like this . Mark rushes to her ward and take her in his arms. "Mark, I'm scared." She hugs him like I were a monster who was trying to hurt her.
"Shhhh,,sleep. It's all right. " he tries to sooth her. He tabs her hair "sleep". She sobs and finally fall asleep.
"Mr Starling, can I have a word with you concerning your wife situation" I don't know how long the doctor has been watching us.
"It's ok. I'm coming "
I go to the doctor ward. "Have a seat" he says pointing the visitor seat.
"Thanks, Dr Edward"
"Have you told her about miscarriage"
"No, sir. I don't have the heart to throw that news on her seeing her state like this"
"I do understand the situation. I'm not sure she will regain memories back. Not like movies, amnesia patient doesn't regain his lost Memories."
I feel like all my hopes are thrown into river.
"Dr? I have a question. Then Why do she remember about the baby? The first things she says when she wake up is My baby"
"Strange. I have doubt about it. But I think she unconsciously already known she has lost her baby. But she is in denial about that. So her mind trick herself by forgetting you. We called it substituted memories. Sometimes we tends to make ourselves forget things we badly want to forget. In that process, we substitute the memories or tends to delete the unwanted memories to relieve our pain. I starting to seriously think that she doesn't have traumatic amnesia. She just mind trick herself. In other word she has substituted memories or erase unwanted memories "
"But we will have to check up for reassurance, don't worry. She will be fine.
Accepting to MRI, CT scan, EEG, she is physically fine., there is no lesion on her brain . So the doctor thought her mental twist is almost sure. I need to cure her mentally. But how? When she ain't even letting me touch her?
I have reached to her ward . I am standing there in dilemma. I can hear her voices.
"What! I'm married?" She shouts at her mom
"Is he really my husband?"
"Yes, dear. Give him a chance. He barely have a rest since you got kidnapped
"Did I get kidnapped.?" She looks like she have lost of breathe.
"Enough mom" I says to her mom. "She need to rest. She can't handle these yet." I try to take her hand unknowing. But I don't miss to notice she withdraw her hand always from me. I feel like my heart is broken. She is ill, remember. She isn't intentionally hurting you., I try to remind myself
I look at my hands not looking up just in case I must broke down in front of her. I feel she is staring at me. I look up. Our eyes meet. Her eyes don't hold fear or hate or blankness anymore. There is something like embarrassment in her eyes. And a blush rise through her cheeks.
You have given me hope. God I have to woo you again to be mine .
Rebecca's POV
"What! I'm married?" I shout at mom. She nods. "Is he really my husband?"
"Yes, dear. Give him a chance. He barely have a rest since you got kidnapped"
"Did I get kidnapped.?" I get lost of breathe. I can't believe I was kidnapped. The question is Why?
"Enough mom" My so called husband says to mom as though she were his mother. She is not your mother. She is mine.
"She need rest. She can't handle these bomb yet." He tries to take my hand . I feel electricity run from the place his hand had touched to my whole system. Shocking with the intensity I withdraw my hand away from him.
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I am looking at him and he is not looking up. He looks hurt. Guilt is what I feel now. The man siting in front of me is disheveled, dark bags under his eyes. He might be really tired and worried about me. I feel happy knowing my husband cares about me. I am staring at him. The more I stare at him, the more I see him as angel in disheveled sculpture. I think he feels that I'm staring at him. He looks up out off warning. Shoot! Our eyes meet. There I find his eyes glisten in delight. Is that cuz of me ?
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