Regrets

Prologue

I remember the screeching of the tires, the shouts of warning, the screams of despair, the sound of sirens traveling closer and closer at an alarming rate.
I remember the pain spreading through my limbs. My thoughts were paralyzed, my mouth refused to move. All I saw was a blur of red and blue, strange faces looming over me.
Foreign hands roaming over my body, I could feel myself being lifted and an explosion of pain.
Then darkness.

How I managed to wake up in a hospital was a mystery to me. The smell of cleaning products flooded my senses, overwhelming me. The steady beeping of a heart monitor on my left gave me no comfort.
I felt like I was being watched.
The pure white of the room gave me a headache and being confined in a small room made me nervous.
After a couple minutes of adjusting to my surroundings, I let my eyes wander around my room, which proved to be a struggle since my neck brace was secured around me, leaving me with only the knowledge of what was in my peripheral vision.
Since the room was small, I knew I was the only occupant, even if I can't see around the room, the echo of my breathing and the lonely song of the wind would've been enough to tell me so.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching my hospital room and the sound of muffled voices, I knew someone was coming to check on me.
I also knew that I didn't want to talk to anyone right now, having just been the victim of a drunk driver, there isn't much that can cheer me up except from my own presence and the whistle of the birds. I do want to know how badly I was hurt but that could wait.
I closed my eyes as I heard the click of the lock on my door, the well oiled hinges moving smoothly.
"Yes room 101, please follow me and refrain from making any loud sounds. The patient seems to be sleeping." I heard a voice say. Not wanting to risk it, I didn't open my eyes to see who it was but by the formality of the voice I guessed it was a doctor.
"Oh my go-" The second voice, a female, was cut off by the sound of sobbing, whoever it is must be heartbroken about something. Surely it couldn't be me though. I am slightly sore and I know my beck brace may make me look worse than I am but I don't feel terrible.
Cutting of my own thoughts was the sound of a man, not the same one that introduced my room number but this one sounded more familiar, made me feel comforted, yet the owner of the voice was still unknown.
"How could this happen, she's only seventeen..." The voice trailed off. It sounded familiar but thinking too much spiked my headache so I decided to leave the thinking until later, when I wasn't confined in a white room with only one window and a rock hard bed.
Thinking of what the man said, how did he know my age? How long has it been since the crash? A few hours? days? months? Maybe even years?
The sobbing continued, seemingly more controlled than before, and finally deciding I had been kept in the dark for long enough, I opened my eyes as to obtain information on my visitors.
What I saw shook my mind. A family of three, Mother, Father, and a young girl - most likely he daughter- were standing there. The father had his chin in his hands, eyes glistening with tears but refusing to let them fall and show weakness in front of his family, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room which I failed to notice, the mother had the little girl sitting on her hip, crying into the crook of her neck, looking up every now and again to wipe her eyes, leaving damp patches on her mothers pale blue cardigan. The mother had tears in her eyes, slowly trailing down her cheeks.
My, usually stone cold, heart broke as I too, began to weep. All eyes turned to me as a whimper escaped my lips. Their eyes bore into my skull, I felt like all of my feelings were on display, that they could see right through my eyes, the window to my soul.
Silence engulfed the room. I wasn't sure if the family was waiting for me to say something or if they were waiting for the right chance to say something themselves, but no one made a sound. All crying stopped. Only the only the whistle of the wind and steady breathing was heard. It was as if time had stopped.

      As if by magic, all hell broke loose. The family of three rushed over to my bed -even though it was only a few metres from where they were stood just a few seconds ago- and bombarded me with questions.
      "How do you feel?" "Don't worry darling, mum is here." "How much do you remember?" "Do you feel sore anywhere?"
      Although the questions overwhelmed me and my headache, once again, erupted, only one question was running through my head. I didn't remember voicing it but it seems I did.

      "Who are you?"

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A/N:
K so this is a new story that i've started, which I will hopefully remember and go on to finish.
This is quite short so hopefully the chapters to come will be longer. This story isn't based off of anything so there's no point looking it up, if there is anything of the same then it's a coincidence.
I also don't know why I chose the song amnesia but you know, Stan 5sos.
That's pretty much it.

-Miinjii