Amnesia

2

The beeping was back, it's loud noise piercing the thick veil of sleep. I swung my arm out, reaching for the clock I keep by my bed side. I groaned when an uncomfortable tug stopped me. My eyes flung open, the beeping getting louder as my heart rate shot through the roof. I looked around the room, noticing I wasn't home. I peeked at my arm, it was covered in white bandages, an IV tube sticking out of the cloth. I was freaking out, where was I? How did I get here? Was there an accident? How long have I been here? One after another, these questions echoed inside my mind.

A nurse came running in the room, her face mildly surprised, "you're awake. That's great! I'll go get the doctor."

The nurse took off once more before I could ask my pestering questions. The nurse had to be at least twenty-eight, blonde hair, brown eyes and very fair skinned. She looked like the perfect American Girl.

I looked around, catching my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I gasped, placing my hands over my mouth. The reflection looked like me, but the bruises on both eyes causing a slight swell, a stitched cheek, and hair missing in the most awkward of places. My eyes began to blur from the tears that built themselves a home. They poured, leaving a salt stain down my bruised face. Some bruises were yellowing, some seeming only hours old.

The doctor walked in, carrying a clipboard, and noticed what I was looking at. He quickly shut the bathroom door, catching my gaze.

He was gorgeous, he looked like one of those characters you read about in an erotic novel. He had golden skin like browned wheat, raven black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was handsome, and I was Igor.

"Miss Greene," he started as he made his way to the side of my bed. I didn't look away, afraid of finding the door magically opened. I didn't want to look anymore.

"How are you feeling?"

I just stared at him, afraid to talk for some reason.

"Miss Greene?" He asked concern lacing his tone.

"Fine. What happened?" I ask, pushing through the brick wall of fear.

The doctor smiled, "I was hoping you could tell me."

I looked at him, he didn't know? Aren't doctors supposed to know? I took a quick peek at his name tag, Dr. Jackson, Edward M.D.

"Why am I here?" I ask instead, hoping he would at least answer this time.

"You were found lying in the middle of the Metropolitan Parks, half dead. You don't remember anything from the past year?"
Year?! I panic, a year of memories gone, just like that?

He must have read my expression before walking away, excusing himself to call my parents and to order a MRI and CAT SCAN.
What the hell happened? I think, looking at my bruised hands. I could only imagine what lie underneath the bandages. I was gone for a whole year, and no one, to my knowledge, was looking for me?

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The MRI dragged as long as the CAT SCAN, the machine twisting this and that way to take pictures of my brain and brain activity. My parents were on their way, Dr. Jackson had said. They were on their way to visit when he called, literally catching them as they were walking out the door.

My mother, he said, had answered and was very happy to hear I had woken up.

I got little clues as to what happened, it ranges from a kidnapping to a very bad party. I didn't party, I was working to become a teacher. I couldn't afford to mess up, I was almost finished with school for Pete's sake.