Generation Infinosil

Chapter One

Chapter One - Kaitlyn

2050

It was 7:00am when I was woken up by the shrill and repetitive beeping of my alarm.

"Oh great," I muttered to myself; dreading the day ahead, as I realised that it was a Monday morning and time to rise out of the protective cocoon that was my duvet.

I was no ordinary seventeen year old girl. I didn't wear the latest fashions, worry about the state of my hair or have tonnes of friends.

After all, who would want to be friends with the oddest girl in school? The girl who just so happens to have lost her memory, following a car accident that left her in a coma for three weeks?

I did have a few friends but no one that I really felt much of an attachment to. There were Cassy and Aimee who always tried their best to involve me in their plans and conversations. They never pushed me to share details of the accident- something I have always appreciated more than they understood. But overall, I just kept myself to myself and tried not to attract too much attention.

I crept towards my window and parted the curtains. I don't know what I was expecting but I was hoping for pleasant birdsong and sunshine to burst through, blinding me but giving me at least a little enthusiasm.

There was no sunshine.

There was no birdsong.

And most of all, there was no enthusiasm.

I knew it was too much to ask. I never woke up to sunshine or birdsong. More like the sound of traffic; all of those people with lifetimes full of memories whilst I had only a measly couple of years to look back on.

I could hear my father stride around the house, probably in search of his iPhone 13 that he always seemed to misplace.

I looked at my watch- 7:12. That was twelve minutes that I had wasted just staring out of the window at the newest, unattractive sky scrapers that seemed to be popping up everywhere.

My mother was probably sat at the table eating scrambled egg on toast- her usual morning routine.

I never understood why they woke up so early when they didn't have to leave for work until midday. I now realise, looking back, that they were trying to make up for all the moments I lost during the accident. Their way of doing this was to cram in as much bonding time per day as possible.

I felt sorry for my parents, they always tried so hard to make everything feel normal and to rebuild the relationship that I must have once had with them.

But all of those ties were severed during the crash when my skull collided with the concrete.