The Forgotten Ones

Fading In

Song: Shadow of the Day by Linkin Park

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Willa

Waking up, my whole world turned upside down. Looking at my parents, I couldn't remember them looking so...old. They aged so much. And then looking at the stranger who looked so concerned made me feel even more frightened. I just kept questioning everything. What happened to me? And why won't anyone tell me anything? And why the hell is my hair short? I also looked so old, having a few grey hairs in my head which I don't ever remember having. But I can't remember much either way. Being the hospital was a nightmare also. Everyone kept treating me like a piece of glass that was about to break. And the stranger would always be in the room which only made everything more confusing and frightening. He seemed to know me though because he knew what my favorite coffee was and some of the other things I enjoy such as the rain. He was always in my room though, always looking at me or on his phone. The last night at the hospital, talking to him, I felt a familiar feeling deep in me but it went away instantly. He seemed to care a lot about me which makes me question what his role in my life was. My parents haven't told me anything about him which does frustrate me a bit because I am their daughter who was injured and they are just letting some strange guy hang around me. 

Going home was a relief though because I was finally somewhere familiar and comforting. My home. The house did look different though, a bit more touched up but not a lot being moved around. My room did look different though, the walls a different color and some of my things moved around. When the strange guy, Alexander, brought over some of my things from my other home, where that is, I couldn't help but question how my life was. How my other home looks like. And when my dad showed me the photo album of the memories I do remember, it did make me a bit sad that I couldn't remember anything from after those moments. I have tried my best to force myself to suddenly grasp the memories but nothing comes. Alexander seemed to understand the pain I was going through, not being able to remember. It only made me question him more. 

When it came to unpacking my things from my older place into my room, I looked over all them, trying to remember where I got the items and if they held any importance to me. The clothes, they didn't seem like me. They looked like they belonged to someone else. But they are all in my sizes. There are few items here and there that did make me feel a bit more...light but they didn't spark anything in my head. And then when it came to the photos, I just became angry at myself. There was a girl in some, both of us smiling and happy. She looked beautiful. We looked so happy yet I could see the sadness behind my eyes. We both also looked stressed. I didn't know who the girl was nor where we were in the photos. There were so many more questions building up in me, it just made me want to scream for answers. This girl in the photos that looked like me is me, yet I felt like it is a stranger. She is me yet I am not her. And no one is telling me what happened. 

It had been a few days since the hospital. I have begun to get used to my home, being able to eat breakfast in the morning, walking in the familiar streets and enjoying my old childhood neighborhood. It did bring me back. My parents have been also happy that I am back home, telling me how worried they would get over me and how much beg for me to visit all the time. But they never told me why they were worried. It made me a bit concerned about the type of person I had turned into. At some point, I had checked my mirror to see if I had any tattoos that I didn't know of but no. There were none. Thank god. I would flip back to the photos that Alexander had dropped off, always trying to regain something. But it just only made me wonder why I couldn't remember and ask why the girl didn't visit me at the hospital if we had spent so much time together. I did ask about it to my parents and they just said that we can't overwhelm my brain just in case anything else so they had limited off people visiting me. Then that only further question who else I don't know about that isn't able to see me.