What happened?

Please explain?!

I was thankful, that Doctor Jones told me that. At least I know whats wrong and what had happened. But, I was still unsure. Would I be alright? I had just heard, where will I live, who will I live with? Where is the rest of my family? Everything that is racing through my head worries me. What will happen to me?

It was early in the morning, when I woke next. Glancing at the clock on the wall, it said 7:00 AM. I was glad I woke up on my own, it gives me time to think about the Doctor Jones told me yesterday. Beside having amnesia, I have broken both of my legs, my left wrist, my right elbow, which is more of a fracture, but whatever. I just sat there in the peace, and quiet before the stupid nurse came in asked me the same boring questions over again. I don't know which nurse it will be today, but there are a total of five nurses for my floor. Only two of them I actually like, Nurse Johnson and Nurse Smith. Luckily today what my favorite nurse today, Nurse Johnson. She always, ask random questions, about my past, anything.

"Good morning Sarah." She said in a happy cheerful mood.

"Good morning"

"How are you?"

"I'm good. And you?"

"Splendid. Doctor Jones will be here in a minute, to talk to you, about some matters." I just nodded along.

I sat here waiting for Doctor Jones to come in. Finally, after what seemed like hours he finally came in.

"How are you today Sarah?"

"Good."

"Great. Sarah, now that you parents are gone," When he said that I started to tear up. He looked at me for a second, "Sarah, I know what you are going through... I went through the exact same thing. When I was around you age, my family and I went on a vacation to Australia. We were going to stay there for two weeks. It was halfway through the trip, we were at the The Twelve Apostles that day, we stayed and watched the sun-set there were other people their. We started walking back, it was dark,"

At this point, Doctor Jones is getting tears in his eyes, I was wondering why he was telling me this story, I didn't say a word I let him continue I imagine a sad story in the end.

"We were walking on the sidewalk, my brother and I walking ahead of my parent only by three or four feet. We were fooling around, I heard a scream. As I turn around, I see it, I see a truck. The truck, had hit my mother and father... I look at my feet, disgusted. When I looked a few feet ahead, I saw it, I saw my mother and father, Laying there on the ground. I heard a soft voice from behind me, the voice of my brother 'Is it ok to turn around?' When I didn't answer him, he turned around by himself, I heard him scream, a high pitched scream, like the scream of my mother."

Doctor Jones was telling me this story. Why was he telling me this story?

"What happened after that?" I dared myself to ask.

"People who were walking on the street, had heard the scream of my brother. They... They turned around, ran to my parent, called the police. I just stood there, didn't say a word, just stood there. Like my mind had been washed, like I didn't remember anything."

His story, was meaningful. I could tell that his story meant so much to him.

"Do you still talk to your brother?" I asked, only because in his story, he only spoke of his brother once.