Me, Myself And I

Amnesia and a coma

Scarlett's POV

I was sitting at home in my room. I got discharged today from hospital. I didn't know exactly what to think, my mind kept referring back to the conversation with the doctor.

"There seems to be severe head trauma and by my general observation and questioning, it seems like Scarlett has Amnesia," Dr Mason informed us. My parents were in the room with me, so was Jennifer.

"Amnesia?" My mother asked, terrified. "Yes, your daughter can't remember anything that happened 2 years before the incident that led to her 2 year coma," the doctor said.

Okay...wait, what!?

I was in a two year coma!?

And I have Amnesia to top it off. Great, just fabulous!

"When is she getting discharged?" My father asked. "Tomorrow, we still want to double check some things. But either than that, her health seems pretty fine," the doctor reassured. But everything was not fine. I had basically lost 4 years of my life to Amnesia and a coma.

"Honey? Do you want some dinner?" My mother asks, breaking me away from my thoughts. I wasn't hungry but I agreed anyway. "I'll be down in a second," I tell her as I look back at her. She gives me a small smile before she closes my bedroom door. I remain standing by my window for another minute or two before I decide to go down for dinner.

As I make my way downstairs I notice a familiar voice, one that does not belong in this household. "Hey Scar," Jen greeted me. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I ask, confused. "Oh, I invited her for dinner. I thought you'd like having her here sweetheart," my mom explains to me as she hands me my dinner. "Spaghetti and meatballs, my favourite," I say, more to myself. As we start eating, the dining room is filled with tense silence which caused me to cough uncomfortably a few times. "So how's your head?" Jen asks, thankfully breaking the deadly silence.

"Its throbbing less, the medication helped," I tell her as I shove the fork full of spaghetti in my mouth. After that we fell into deafening silence again. After dinner I darted up my room, only this time Jen followed me. I sigh tiredly as I sit on my unfamiliar bed. "I remember nothing from the two years before the coma," I say desperately to her. "I know and I'm sorry," she says sorrowfully as she sits besides me.