Devil's daughter

Prologue

Prologue

One day I woke up from a coma. I don't know anything about myself. I don't even know how to talk. A shell of who I once was. The nurses talk but I don't understand a word. I hear them but I can't make sense of what their saying.

I catch a name sometimes...Angelique. Who is she? What does she have to do with me? I start relearning English. I have one sister and a mother. I never get out of the hospital, I do get to walk around. I never do speak. The nurses say I will regain my voice...eventually.

The days always go in a swirl. Always hazy. I have a hard time keeping track of days. Monday turns into Friday in a blink of a eye. I been told that I wasn't ever suppose to wake up, nether less live.

They moved me into a different hospital a month later. Everyone wishing me good luck recovering my forgotten memories. I am thirteen or so I've been told. The hospitals names I forget easily. It's suppose to get better but it hasn't.

I feel alone, confused and worst of all forgetful. My hair went from blonde to a bright fire like red. My eyes use to sparkle blue. Now they are cold black holes. My fair olive skin tone went to snow white.

How do I know this? Easy a picture was given to me by my mom. I'm suppose to get better. In all honesty I think I've gotten worse. Two years I had been in a coma.

My older sister says it's her fault while my mom says it's my dad's fault. I can't respond to any questions or ask any, not because I don't want to because my voice hasn't come back. I lost hope the first week I was up.

So what happened? I don't know and probably never will find out. I learn sign language with my mom. So I can ask questions. I learn quickly but very difficult. Cuz my finger nails keep cutting my hands. I try to cut them every day but by the next day they are just as sharp as the day before.

Eventually I will find out the truth. The key word being eventually. No one tells me what happened. I continue to wait to go home. I long to see what this home looks like. Must be better than staying here.

I wonder if I can go to school? Probably be in the special needs program. I continue learning until I catch up to others my age. The worst part is going to school, everyone knowing you but you don't know them. When I turn sixteen I'm released from the hospital.