I woke up to three unknown faces peering straight at me.
“Hello there, are you alright?” The little boy asked me.
“My head hurts. Who are you?” I asked, confused.
“I’m Sam. This is Aunt Maratha, my guardian and this is Dr. Rowland. You had an accident a week ago with our car. We’d given your picture in the newspaper but nobody turned up to identify you. So, we decided to bring you here, because Aunt Maratha was avoiding a police case. What’s your name anyway?” The boy replied.
“I’m Katy, Katherine Hayden. But I don’t remember anything about the accident.”
“Wait a second; let me examine your X-Rays. Katy, would you mind telling me what year this is again?” The doctor spoke.
“ May 2013.” I replied confidently.
“Haha no it’s 2014.” The boy, Sam, giggled.
I looked at him stupefied.
“I’m afraid she is suffering from a rare type of amnesia. Repressed memory refers to the inability to recall information, usually about stressful or traumatic events in persons' lives, such as a violent attack or disaster. The memory is stored in long-term memory, but access to it is impaired because of psychological defense mechanisms. There may be some later partial or complete recovery of memory.” Dr. Rowland muttered slowly into the ear of Maratha.
Her eyes widened, making me more and more scared.
“Katy, what is the last thing that you remember?” The doctor turned to me.
I tried to think hard. “The only faint memory I remember was that mom had just booked my tickets to visit Stacy, my sister and everything is blurry from thereafter……I need to call them, inform them. They must be so worried.” I rose up panicky.
“Relax, relax.” The doctor made me rest back on the bed. “We’ll do that shortly.
“When will she regain her memory?” Maratha asked the doctor.
“Apparently, she has a complete year wiped from her mind. It could be due to the head injury but I feel her mind is repressing some painful memories from her. She might regain her memory tomorrow, or she may never regain it. It’s hard to say. But I would suggest not bringing it up too much. Let it come to her naturally. I’m writing down some pills which may help for her recovery. Send her in for a few more tests next week. Call me if there’s a problem.”
The doctor left. I stared blankly at the walls. How could this be? A whole year is missing from my life. What could have happened in all this while? My head hurt thinking about all this. I buried my face into the blankets.
“You shouldn’t stress yourself out. It’s not too bad anyway. You get to have a fresh start. Who knew what a shitty year you had? I wish this happened to me.” The boy spoke, breaking my yarn of worries.
I felt angry at first. Does he even know what I’m going through? I looked up into his big, innocent, blue eyes and my anger melted all of a sudden.
I managed to chuckle.
“Aren’t you hungry? Let’s eat some muffins and milkshake.” Sam suggested.
“Right away.” Maratha began to leave.
“Thank you for all your hospitality. Would you mind if I made a call?”
“Sure. Sam, why don’t you help me with the muffins and give Katy some time to soak in all the news?” Maratha spoke.
“But I want to talk.” Sam frowned but followed her.
I gave out a huge sigh and dialed my parents’ number.
Will Katy ever regain her memory? What could have happened to Alex? Will they reunite again?
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