𝙄𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨, 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨

Hyper-Logical [IDEA]

Leah's p.o.v

My body felt stiff. I tried to move my arm but it wouldn't move, almost like a phantom limb feeling. Nothing would move, no matter how hard I tried. That was fine. Why did I need to move in the first place?

I decided to open my eyes. I was hit by blinding brightness. I tried to sit up and found out that I could. So I sat up and looked at where I was. I noticed I was in a bed. There were machines on wheels all around the room. There were people in bluey-teal clothes. Nurses.

"Hello," said a nurse who had walked to the side of my bed. "My name is David. Do you know why you are here?"

"No," I replied, realizing that I had no idea what was going on.

"Do you know your name?" He asked me.

"Yes," I said, information flooding my brain. "My name is Leah Hyde."

"That is correct. Tell me what else you know."

"Um, I turned 15 years old yesterday, I'm from New York, my mum's name is Catherine Hyde, my dad's name is Robert Hyde, I have a younger sister named Sadie Hyde, and I got a puppy for my birthday, who named Bailey" I recalled, looking about the room.

"Okay, and what is the last thing you remember doing?"

"I was playing with Bailey on the front steps before school."

"Okay give me a few minutes," David said before herding the other nurses out of the room and leaving too.

David's p.o.v

"She doesn't remember anything since the day after she got her dog Bailey," I reported to Robert and Catherine.

"But, that was the day after her 15th birthday. Her 19th was two months ago."

"Yes, that makes sense, you don't usually remember being in a coma. Would you like to come and see her?"

"I don't think we could."

"Well how about tomorrow?"

"Not ever."

I was taken aback at Robert's sudden response. How could he never want to see his only living daughter again? So I asked Leah's parents, specifically Robert because Catherine was crying to heavily,

"Well then, what should we do with her? She is a legal adult now and she will have no money and with no job, she wouldn't just be able to live by herself. She doesn't even know what has been happening around her for the last few years of her life!"

"Haven't you doctors recently developed a memory loss drug for people who have been through traumatic experiences?"

"Yes, however, it isn't perfect and the volunteer test subjects have lost all of their memories from the day they were born until the time of the drug-taking. They were still intelligent people, they simply lacked many emotions and normal item-person-attachment."

"Perfect."

No. There was no way this man wanted to wipe his daughter's entire existence from her own memory.

"How can I sign her up to be tested on?" Robert asked, already pulling money out to pay with.

"Sir, are you sure?" I asked, hoping on everything that he wasn't.

"Yes, and if you need a place to keep her when she is given the drug, Cath and I have recently moved into the heart of the city and our old house is far in the countryside. It's the Wallaby Garden House on St. Abbey's road. We have already bought a completely new set of furniture for our new house so you can keep everything in the Garden House."

I was in complete shock. Was this for real?

Catherine dried her tears on her expensive-looking shawl and cleared her throat,

"Yes, Rob is right."

What? Was she as crazy as Robert?

"Wipe her memory and leave her in the Wallaby Garden House. Do we owe you money?"

I shook my head, slightly dazed, and told them to go to the receptionist to sort out any outstanding fees. As they left I thought about poor Leah's future. I would keep her as my own daughter but despite having a good job I couldn't afford to take care of her properly. I turned to face Leah's room's door and thought about what I should tell her and how I should act from here onwards.

*time skip to later that night*

Leah's p.o.v

I lay there in my hospital bed, thinking about what David had told me earlier.

"Leah, it is currently 8 p.m. Though I would like to tell you what is going on right now, I believe it's better to wait until tomorrow," David told me after re-entering my room.

"Where are my parents?" I asked calmly.

"They can't see you right now. They don't think they can."

"Can you at least tell me a little about what's going on?"

"Um, yeah, okay. Well, you're not 15 anymore. Your 19th was about two months ago. The last thing you remember was from 4 years and 2 months ago. On the way to school, your mother's car was hit by an eighteen-wheeler. Your mother only broke her ankle and her wrist. You almost died but instead, you slipped into a coma, hence why you don't remember the last four-ish years. Sadie was killed on impact. I'm sorry."

Sadie was dead and has been dead for over four years. I was never even given the chance to tell her goodbye. I can't ever hear her laugh again or see her smile. It's not like soon I can go home and she'll be sitting with her legs crossed in the way I could never manage on her bed reading a book with music playing too loudly in her headphones. There was no more Sadie.

And somehow I was alright with that.

8/03/2021