Reviving Talise

Chapter 23

I walked into the doctors office slowly that day. I was 10 minutes early anyway and was in no rush. Who cared about my memory. Who cared that I suffered from something that I can't do anything about. I didn't. I counted how many footsteps I took. One, two, three... Looking down at my feet as I walked brung back so many memories. Surfing was crazy, but ever since the accident, I didn't feel like me. Was I crazy? Maybe. But did it mean anything? Nope. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen... My life was a mess. And the funny thing is, that I didn't realize it until everything went crashing down. Twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine...

My thoughts got interrupted when someone called my name.

"Ms. Jonhson?" Dr. Brooks called my name from down the hall. I looked up at her to see her motioning me to come into her room.

I sped walk down the empty hall, as I heard my wedges click-clack on the tile floor. I pulled my purse strap back on my shoulder and walked into her room as the cold air hit me. I sat down on the bed, fidgeting with my thumbs.

"How are you?" she smiled at me.

I put on my best fake grin. "Perfect" I mumbled.

"Any memory jogging back to you?"

I shook my head and looked at my perfectly tan knees. A nice golden brown assuming I surf to much. Even though I haven't surfed for a week.

"Any major stress right now?" the doc asked.

"Not really" I replied as best as I could and traced hearts with my finger on my knee, acting like my typical self.

The thing was, is that every worst thing that could possibly happen, happened.

Dr. Brooks took a step closer to me. "Any major stress right now?" she repeated softly.

I inhaled slowly and closed my eyes, furrowing my eyebrows. My stomach tightened and I clenched my shirt tightly.

"Yes" I managed to choke out.

"Explain" she replied. Her tone of voice sounded as if she really cared.

I opened my eyes to see the bright world around me. Water flooded my eyes and rushed out. Words that I couldn't comprehend correctly came out of my mouth.

"I cheated...on Joel. My brother has cancer, my dad has been fighting in Iraq for who knows when he will be back. I have no friends and my mom is going through clinical depression." I started balling as she tried making out the words that weren't coming out clearly.

"The deffinition of my life is stress" I finished.

 She patted my back kindly and handed me a box of tissues. I took one and wipe away the running mascara. How embarrassing was I? One of those cliche' girls that would cry to her theripist. Like in those movies. Psh, how pathetic.

I laughed out loud at my thought.

"What?" Dr. Brooks asked with a confused look on her face.

I grinned and looked at her. "Things will get better"

I came home and sat my stuff on the counter. There, I picked up a note.

Running some errands with Matt. Be gone for a couple hours. Love you, mom.

I sighed and ripped up the paper, not caring where it landed. I grabbed a water bottle and sat on the couch, not even bothering to flip on the television.

How much did I miss when I woke up from a coma? I know I shouldn't keep talking about my memory loss but it was interesting and only happened, what? Like 2 weeks ago? Maybe?