Running Away From a Past Life

Chapter 8

About that time the doctor had caught up with me and asked me into

the hallway.

“He’s suffering from amnesia, or more specifically what we call

post-traumatic or more specifically retrograde amnesia. This means

that his most recent memories are gone in a way, and while he has

post-traumatic amnesia, he’ll have trouble remembering things that

happen now. Cases vary in so many ways, some people end up

remembering, some do not, and the extent of the memory loss is also

very different. Ian’s case is considered very severe because his

memory loss seems to have covered the past 3 to 4 weeks. He seems to

remember his parents and long time friends, but he doesn’t remember

the accident, where he was going, or people that he hasn’t known for

long.”

I didn’t know what to say. Ian doesn’t remember me at all. I went

back into his room without any idea how to approach the situation.

“I really am sorry, the doctor told me I was in a car accident and

that I’m suffering from short-term memory loss…” Ian looked miserable;

I didn’t want him to feel bad for not remembering who I was.

“I’m Ashley-” I started but Ian interrupted me.

“Ohhh yeah you do look familiar, I know now!” I almost jumped out of

my seat when he said this, what a miracle! “I met you in juvie.” He

stated. My heart sank once again, that’s right, we met months ago in

juvie but after that he wouldn’t remember meeting me again in school

or becoming friends with me, or saving me from Luke, or me kissing him

and our date…everything…just gone into darkness. This was the worst

feeling. I ended up going home and crying all night until I finally

fell asleep. The next day I went back to the hospital, hoping that

maybe Ian’s memory would be improving.

“Hi?” He said, still sounding confused, when I walked in.

“Hey Ian, remember me? Ashley? I was here yesterday…”

“Oh yeah you were here yesterday, my bad.”

“Don’t worry, I understand, you’re going through a lot.” I said apologetically.

“I know I’m not remembering everything, but it’s just so faded when I

try to remember what I was doing in the last week.” Ian said with a

focused look on his face.

“Don’t stress your brain out, it’ll come back to you soon.” I said,

secretly hoping also that it would come back as soon as possible.

The doctor came in and asked me out of the room so they could work

with Ian. I came back later that night, it was hard not to be

remembered by someone that I care about so much, but I can’t stay away