Jessica

Chappie 4

I wake up once again, but this time in a different room. I look at my gash and see it is sewn up and patched. I groan as I sit up, pain shooting up and all around my body. " Where am I?" I whisper as I reach for the crutches. My hand goes through air, making me realize that they moved the crutches to the opposite side of the room. I stand up, lean forward, and limp forward toward the crutches. I hold my stomach as I do so, hoping a nurse or doctor doesn't burst in now.

I walk down the unfamiliar hall, to see someone familiar at the visitor center. "Excuse me, do I know you?" I ask, trying to use the least amount of words possible, for the pain grew when I spoke. She turns around, and looks me in the eyes. She somewhat looks like a older copy of me, and her smile seems so familiar. "Jessica..." I whispers, putting some of my hair behind my ear. Her eyes fill up with tears as she smiles. "Let me lead you two back to her room. Jessica, stop wondering out or we will have to take the crutches completely out of your room. We keep them in there for emergencies." The nurse says, her voice not as sweet as the other, but stone cold. I guess it's sorta like good cop, bad cop, nurse edition. I smile a little at that thought as we enter my room. I sit up against my pillows as the older copy of me sits in a chair next to me. She holds my hands, but I rip my hand out from her grasp. "Who are you?" I ask, my words seem to cut through her like a steel knife.
She wipes away her forming tears, and looks at my with concern, love, and sadness. "I am your mom." She says, her voice cracking. My jaw drops, my eyes widen, and a few memories of my mom come back. Tears drizzle down my face as I smile at the, not only good, my bad memories as well. I remember, when I was four, having my first Coke it the car, but it exploded. I remember, when I was seven, getting a broken leg, but they took me to Walt Disney World to cheer me up. A few more memories pop up, and I hold my moms hand. "I'm starting to remember again..." I laugh at the memory of my mom jumping on the trampoline, but then falling through a hole in it. My mom hugs me, and I hug her back. "What about...my dad?" I ask, not seeing a dad figure in any of the memories with my mom. A wave of sadness looks like it hit her as she answers. "You don't remeber?" She says, her voice faint. I shake my head, panic awakening in me. I hear my heartbeat become faster as the suspension draws out. She takes in a deep breathe. "He...