×X× First Memory ×X×
"Oh my God..." the nurse panicked. She struggled and wandered on what to do. Seing her that way made me panic also. Who am I? Why can't I remember anything? Is this for real? What happened to me? The blankness of my mind was proof enough that no matter how much I ask myself, I won't be able to get a clear answer. No duh sherlock.
The nurse finally got a hold of herself and rushed away to call a doctor. Oblivious and panicking I grabbed her arm to stop her, hoping to get some answers from her. But instead a scenery flashed inside of my head, a bunch of colors formed in harmony until it shown itself as an image, until it has shown itself as a memory.
There were a bunch of students gathered in a somewhat classroom, I was sitting in an armchair looking at what's written on the board. There were unfamiliar words such as anterograde and retrograde which I don't even know what the hell it means.
"So never ever confront an amnesiac for they might have the wrong information... blah blah" some guy infront was saying. He started speaking with terms I don't understand. What the hell is a... temporal cortex?
"Hey." a girl beside me said. "So how are you and Fiddy? It's your aniversary right?" Though I'd like to answer, I wasn't in control of my body.
And boom! light flashed again and abracadabra I was back in my hospital bed.
"What the hell happened?! Who the hell is Fiddy?!" I shouted.
"Excuse me?! How did you know that? I'm the only one that calls my husband Fiddy." the nurse exclaimed. She looked at me fiercely as if I was her husband's mistress or something.
"What the hell is happening here?" a man in white coat bursted to the door. "She's awake?"
"Tell me please?! What's happening" I demanded to know what was going on. My head felt like it was throbbing. "Oh my God, my head! My heart is in my head!" Yup, I was being irrational. But I was panicking at that time so I don't really know how to react.
"Miss Von Reigh... please calm down." the doctor said.
"Van who?" I asked. God. Please don't tell me that I was named after a vehicle.
"Listen Miss, you have to calm down or we're going to have to tranquilize you." he said. Tranqui- what? He noticed my confusion. "We're going to have to put you to sleep." he added. I saw the nurse before, preparing a syringe.
"Hell no, you're not going to stab me with that!" I said, I grabbed hold of the doctor's arm and there it was again. That blurry formation of colors, reminded of looking through a kaleidoscope, second after second the image in my head becomes clear.
"Calle, you can endure the pain okay? It'll just be a matter of seconds." I said, I think I said it, but I said it with a manly voice.
This has got to be another dream, cuz I think I'm in a man's body or I developed a female adam's apple. And like before I can't control my actions.
A small child sitting in a wheelchair is looking right at me. Suddenly I kneeled before him and injected a syringe in his left arm. Woah, I didn't know I could do this, or was I not the one doing this? The little boy glared at me. Boy it must have hurt him.
"Stop it Charlton! You think that it didn't hurt?!? You're supposed to be my freaking brother!" the boy said. It was then that it hit me, was I the doctor? The little boy began to touch his head and he screamed so loud to the pain in his head.
The scene soon became blurry and all the colors were circling around inside my head. Each hue danced around until it formed the familiar scene of the doctor looking at me confusingly.
Throb. Throb.
"Gwaaahhh!" I screamed. My head was throbbing like crazy. What is happening to me? I can't tell if any of this visions is reality or not. I can't even tell if this is reality! The doctor tried to restrain my arm but I struggled. "Noooo. Get away from me! Don't you dare do to me what you did to your disabled brother!"
The doctor looked at me shockingly as if I said something I shouldn't have known. He motioned the nurse to inject something in the tube thingy that was connected to me.
"Naaahhhrrrrgg...." I dozed off as the serum did its job. I must have looked stupid cause the last thing I felt was the dripping of my saliva from my mouth to the doctor's hand.
Gross.
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Teen FictionLouise Von Reigh, heir to the multi-millionaire owner of a wine company, just woke up on a hospital bed with no memory of who she is and what happened to her. Her memories has been reset. With her desperation to remember something or anything from h...