All I could see was white, no darkness at all. I felt as if I had woken up in a shell of violent rays of white light. My vision started to become clearer and the vision of my bruise battered body came into sight. I was so confused and I started asking myself where I was and even who I was. It was all so perplexing and it made me mind ache as if my confusion could actually start making my body feel lost in itself. I noticed a moving figure in the room with a white coat, realizing he was a doctor I focused on him as he started to speak I took a good look at my body and felt almost violated by what I saw. It was horrific, I could feel my dark hair which was hardened by blood and my skin was split and unsettling. How did this happen, why can I not remember? I felt a needle in my arm and started to feel dizzy but it helped my mind stop feeling like an animal contained in a jar much to small and I slept.
I woke up to a young woman in the chair next to me and she had a child in her lap, she took one look at me and started to speak, "David, is it you?", she whispered so as not to worry the child. I stayed quiet not knowing what to say or what to do. Who is she?, I kept asking myself as I tried to place her in the memories I didn't have. She was sobbing and it didn't help the child was also beginning to cry I tried to speak but just couldn't get anything to come out of my mouth scared that anything I would say could make it worse. The makeup was running down her face in drips from her eyes and all I wanted to do was talk to her so all I said was, "sorry I just don't remember". It felt like a puzzle in which the pieces were broken and I didn't want her to see me start to break as well so I looked at the doctor and he must have known that it was time for her to go so he asked her to leave so I didn't have to choke on asking her myself. At that point I just knew that I had to try and ask the right questions next time I saw her to try and regain some memories of what occurred to me. So many questions were running laps in my brain but the one that stood out the most to me was why did I care about this woman crying some mans name that I cant even fathom to remember.
The doctor and I spoke quite a bit after she left and I found that her name was Joy and she was my wife and the child was my son, Calum had been looking for me after I left home for a business trip and got in to an accident somewhere in this city and landed into a hospital after sustaining some very critical injuries. The hospital contacted her just last night trying to find my family and she jumped on a plane to come here, for me. It made little to no sense I could've sworn that I remember things like this but I just didn't. he also managed to keep me quiet enough as to tell me I was heading home with her in about a day and that I should try and remember things and not to become frustrated if I just couldn't.
She loaded all of our bags in the car after the plane ride home which was no where near pleasant considering I didn't want to make her cry again. She got home quite quickly and asked me to stay in the car while she took the child inside with who she said was her sister. She came back with a bag full of items she didn't show me saying, "these will help you remember when its time". She drove down a street that looked gritty and dirty and mentioned I should really pay attention. I tried and tried but these places made no improvements in my memories but I just went with it. She walked me out into a parking lot and sat me down on the curb with her she said that the building we were on was a tavern from when she used to have one too many before having me drive her home after football games. She reached in the bag and took out a napkin from the bar and it read I would give up forever to never hear you say you were leaving. she explained I had written it and made the bar tender give it to her while we were separated in college. My mind started expanding and I thought that I could almost recall what she was telling me but I didn't want to disappoint myself and brushed it off. It felt like the movies she took me to so many places and in each place she would hand me another note and it became clearer and clearer i finally understood why she wanted me to remember and I finally did. I was so ecstatic I finally remembered something and it was not disappointing at all, every memory that came back to felt like a gift left under a Christmas tree far too long and I ripped them all open without noticing that I had. She walked me to our last destination almost crying because it was so special to her that she brought back my memories piece by piece. It was church the outside was marble, and the pavement was covered in rice and white iridescent dust. "here Is where we got married I had a dress covered in beads and lace, it was just me and you with the awkward priest you found on craigslist named Vic Fuentes who had agreed to the job as long as him and his band received cake and a gig", she said rambling. She stopped talking and looked up at me waiting for me to remember but all I said was," thanks for the memories I never can escape". She started sobbing but in my heart I just knew that was what I had to say for her to know that I remembered our wedding day because those were the exact words I said to her that night when she married me. I could feel it all over the sense of relief of remembering and I felt whole.
