Recovering Ashley

Chapter one.

Ashley...

One week later...

"For the hundredth time, no. I don't remember anything. All I can remember is my name, and the vision." I say to the man in front of me.

He said I could call him Dr. Street, apparently he's a great therapist who can help me get my memories back, or at least help with the coping. But I don't know what I'm supposed to be coping.

Nothing that anyone says makes any sense.

"But what I can tell you, is that I want to get out of this room." I say quietly and cross my arms, looking around the hospital room I'm in.

When I first woke up, I didn't know where I was. I don't know where I'm supposed to be, but definitely not here. Second, all sorts of tubes were attached to me, and a few still are. Third, some man scared me and started crying and ran out and got more people to come in here. I freaked out, and they strapped me down, they let me out of them a few days ago thankfully.

This is all insane, and the only thing I can actually remember is my name, and the vision. Which, I can't even see, it's more like... a bright light in my eyes and voices that I can't make out or hear, it's like they're talking behind a wall.

"I understand your frustration. But the more you think about it, the higher the chances are for you to remember something." He says and I glare at him.

"You don't understand my frustration! No one does. I'm stuck in a room, that I can't leave at all, with people telling me or asking me to remember something when I literally cannot remember anything. This is all insane!" I yell and he takes a deep breath.

"I'm only telling you tips that may, and they may not, help you. I want you to get better, and this is only the first session, many more will definitely help with something." He says.

Tears fill my eyes. "But I don't know how I'm supposed to think about stuff, when I don't have anything to remember." I whisper.

He smiles at me sadly. "Unfortunately, there are probably some things you will never get back. But like I said before, I'm going to help you as much as I can."

I sigh and lean back in my bed. I run it through my head, a few times. He's right, there are a lot of people who know me. And maybe, deep down I know who they are as well.

I look at him and slowly nod my head. "Okay." I whisper. "I'll try as much as I can."

He gives me a small smile. "Good. Well, that's all for today. I'll let you think about things."

And with that, he stands up and walks out of the room. I rub my eyes with my hand and sink further into the bed. I still don't know what to think about.

There's a knock on the door and I look towards it, anticipating the next doctor or nurse to walk in, but instead, it's the curly haired guy who came the night I woke up.

I've heard he's been here everyday, but he hasn't tried coming in again.

I sit up straighter and bring my arms around me, feeling the comfort from myself.

He closes the door and walks over to the chair Dr. Street occupied moments ago. He sits down and stares at me for a moment.

"Hey." He says.

I stare back at him, thinking. He doesn't look familiar at all. His voice, his eyes, his nothing.

But his presence... I feel so calm with him sitting there. And it terrifies me.

"Hi." I whisper.

Relief fills his face and a very faint smile touches his lips. "I've missed you." He says, staring at me with so much emotion.

"I... I'm sorry. But I don't remember..." I trail off.

"I know, and it's okay. I'm not going to force you to remember something. But I know your heart remembers me."

He stands up and takes a few steps towards me. My heartbeat quickens and my breathing comes out quicker.

"I- I can't... I don't..." he cuts me off.

"Please, don't freak out. I only want to talk. I promise."

I take a deep breath and close my eyes, swallowing down the lump in my throat.

I nod my head, "Okay."

"I've been thinking, for the entire week you've been awake. You need someone, someone your age to talk to. I might not know what or how you're feeling. But I want to be here for you, as much as I can." He says. "I don't want to lose you again."

He says the last part quietly, I almost don't hear him. But the desperation in his voice and eyes are telling me something. Something I might be terrified to do.

But when I look into his eyes, he might be right about my heart knowing him. Because he's the only person I feel familiar with.

"I can't remember anything. I wouldn't know what to do." I say.

He smiles at me. "Don't worry. That was part of my idea. We start over. And everyday we're together, we learn something new about each other. Together." He says, hopeful.

But I only feel myself sinking further down. "I don't even remember who I am." This time, tears come close to rolling down my face.

"Then it looks like, we're going to have to recover who you were. Who you are. Then and now, let's figure out who you are Ash. I'm not going to give up on you, at all. So please don't give up on me." He says.

He reaches his hand out for me to grab. I go to move my hand, but I hesitate. I look at his outstretched hand and back up to his face.

This could be the worst decision of my life, this could be the ruin of what's already ruined.

But my hand soon finds his and I'm up on my feet, standing close to him.

I look up at him, all over his face, trying to find that he's joking somewhere. But he's not.

"So we're starting over?" I ask quietly.

"Yes." He says, smiling down at me.

"Then I'm ready."

"I'm Isaac, Isaac Hayes."

First chapter done!
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