Tripped & Fell (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2: I'm going crazy, but I'm not crazy

{Tripped & Fell}
Chapter 2: I'm going crazy but, I'm not crazy
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"Name?" -

"Elena De Rose"

"Your date of birth?"-

"August, ninth, ninteen ninty five"

"What is today's date?"-

"Uhh... November third, two thousand and fifteen?".

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Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

The only detectable sound to be heard from the clock on the desk near us in the clinical neurophysiology office as Hailey and I are slapped with the terrifying truth.

"Ella are you okay?" I ignore Hailey say as I death stare the male neurologist sitting across me.

'Transient Global Amnesia'
...
'We are in two thousand and seventeen, Elena'

The words still echoed through my ears.

"I have booked you an appointment for Thursday" the doctor hands me a medical green card that states the date and time of my appointment, I look back at him barely able to move a muscle. Hailey takes it from him instead and gently gives him a smile. He nods and slightly tilts his head keeping our eye contact, somewhat giving me a sympathetic look. I don't blame him.

"That way we can begin the imaging tests and physical exam as soon as possible. As I explained before, it is a temporary episode of memory loss and most likely will last for twenty four hours, if not then we'll run more tests. Do you have any further questions Miss De Rose?" He presses his lips together, hoping for a response from me but nothing comes out.   

"I... I really hope my best friend comes back to me in twenty four hours Doctor Albert," Hailey says through whimpering tears. I hadn't realized he introduced himself. Hailey's been doing all the talking, asking questions and pretty much the reacting too.

I've been dead still and quiet since I found out I lost my short term memory. I mean what was I suppose to do in a situation like this? Jump and dance for joy?

Laugh it off and hope I end up remembering what I had lost the next morning? Waking up in a different bed was enough to cause my stomach churning. This is going to erase my entire memory cell.

"It depends on how strongly her will is to fight this and retrieve her memories" He tries giving her a reassuring smile, but it quickly fades as he looks back at me. Maybe because I'm glaring through his soul ready to murder someone. Or, maybe I just look terrified.

What 'will' is he talking about anyway. 

I've given up on the power of will long ago when I tried waking up early in the morning and have a healthy morning routine. 

Ha. It'd take a miracle and seven dwarfs to help me find the will to salvage my memories that are long gone by now. 

Pftt I see no hope. I see no hope at all. I'm going to be stuck in the past. Call me a pessimistic piece of shrimp, a loser, a whatever, there's absolutely no hope in my situation. No light. No savior. No nothing.

I stare at the neurology posters hung on the wall behind him, a few displaying the anatomy of the brain. Diagrams of the nervous system scattered along one end, colored charts of the human body display themselves on the other with health information written at the bottom. Next to it is a poster with a bold black heading reading 'understanding Alzheimer's disease'. Great. That's probably going to be me in a few years from now walking in with absolutely no idea of where I am. I should buy myself a diary and write down what happens in my life for future use.