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CHAPTER 1

Darkness, all I see is darkness.

What's happening? Why is it so dark? I can't feel my hands, my body, I can't see anything but.... I can hear faint sounds I can't make out yet. It sounds so far but slowly, it's getting closer. I can hear the noise getting louder with every second passing by.

"Miss Gonzales," I heard faint soft voices.

My eyes... it feels heavy. What's that? What are those loud beeping sounds and... those footsteps are trying to awaken my consciousness, right? I'm not entirely sure what's happening. I can barely feel my body and my head feels like it's floating in the air.

"Miss Gonzales." Again, I heard them calling an unfamiliar name.

It took a while before I finally managed to open my eyes. I roam my eyes around trying to familiarize myself with the place I'm in-a white small room with monitors, ventilators, and oxygen cannula in my nose. Hospital. I must be in a hospital, I tried to adjust my blurry vision and blinked my eyes multiple times trying to improve my vision. I saw two human figures standing beside me wearing a white uniform with a tray of medicine in their hands.

"Tawagin niyo si Doktora," the petite fair-skinned woman who I assumed a nurse beside me commanded the other curly-haired male nurse standing by the door.

How did I end up here? Madiin kong ipinikit ang mata ko at pilit inaalala kung pa'no ako napunta sa sitwasyong ito. Napadaing ako sa sakit nang kumirit ang ulo ko.

But still, I tried to remember what exactly happened when a flash of whitebeam blinded me. I felt my heart throbbing loud and fast as I gasp for air when I remembered everything.

I-I'm alive? I survived? Everything else was blurry but I was sure of what led me to this situation.

"I'm Khryss Zhandee. Your attending doctor, you can call me Dra. KZ, Miss Gonzales," a lady-in-white said while offering her hand for a shake, and I presume she is the doctor they were talking about earlier. "How are you feeling now?"

I fixed my gaze on her hands, which were motionless. It took her a bit to realize that I had no intention of accepting her hand. She's slow for a doctor, tsk. She faked a cough and sweetly smiled at me.

"I'm glad you finally woke up. You've been in a coma for two months," she continued looking into my chart. "So, Miss Gonzales, I need you to follow this pen just with your eyes, okay?"

I nodded. Then she moved her pen horizontally, and I did what she instructed.

"So, tell me, how are you feeling, Miss Gonzales?" she spoke as she jots down some notes on her mini notebook.

"I'm feeling a bit lightheaded but overall, I could say I'm okay..." I trailed off upon a sudden realization. "Wait, I'm sorry but what did you call me again?"

Doctor KZ's brows met as she stared at me, puzzled, then returned her gaze to her record book.

"Miss Gonzales, may problema ba?"

That name again. And come to think of it, where is Dad? I started feeling wary of this woman calling herself doctor. Hinding hindi ako iiwan ni Dad kung nasa ganitong sitwasyon ako. Something doesn't add up here.

"What do you mean Gonzales?"

She remained silent and stared at me for a few moments while I waited for her to respond. What is going on? I could feel my palms sweating and growing cold.

"Can you tell me if you remember what happened to you?" she responded slowly and softly, her gaze fixed on me.

Yes. I had an accident. I'm not sure why she's asking since as my doctor she knows exactly what happened to me, but I'll answer anyway since I need to hear her responses as well.

"I had an accident." My heart racing as the night almost died looms me. "I was driving and almost hit something, and the next thing I knew, I am here being mistaken as 'Miss Gonzales'."

She nodded her head before holding my hand tightly. Why is she acting all touchy now?

"We will be conducting some tests like MRI and CT scans," she said. "But I suspect you might be experiencing post-traumatic amnesia. I understand that this is overwhelming and a big shock to you but we are here to help you."

Amnesia? Is she crazy? Or am I just in a freaking reality show?

"Pakana ba 'to ni Misty?"

This couldn't be serious! This must be another prank of that naughty sister of mine!

"I'm sorry, Miss Gonzales."

She stared straight into my eyes without faltering. I was lost in words and all I can think of is she's definitely not qualified to be a doctor when she's playing a joke on her patient.

"What? Hindi ako nakikipagbiruan. With all due respect Doctor KZ but you got the wrong person. My name is Elena, Elena Perez. So, what are these absurdities you are spouting?" I asked her with conviction despite the confusion.

"Maaaring nagtamo ka ng brain injury during the incident, Miss Gonzales. It's not uncommon considering the injury which led you to be in a coma for two months but rest assured that I will help you regain your memory," paliwanag niya.

She gripped my hand strongly and smiled reassuringly. Bakit niya ba pinagpipilitang ako 'yang si Gonzales na 'yan? I'm aware of who I am! I am Elena.

Elena Perez. That Gonzales she talks about whoever she is and this doctor, is not to be trusted. To treat a patient like this is beyond insane.

"Don't worry, Miss Gonzales. I will help you in retrieving your memories and living a normal life," she responded gently.

I'm not sure what she's talking about, but why does she keep calling me Gonzales? What memories is she referring to?

My memories are still intact! I don't need her to assist me in retrieving my memories! I need her to call her father!

"I will be making regular visits, Miss Gonzales," she stated while opening the door to go out of my room.

I remained silent. I'm literally stuck wondering why they keep calling me Gonzales. Wala akong relative na Gonzales.

"Where's my dad?" I asked the nurse who was left with me.

I was hoping to see Mom. I was hoping she'd turn up and tell me this was all a big misunderstanding. I was hoping deep down that she'd hear the news and come to see me. After being in a coma for two months, I wanted to believe there was a chance she'd come back. I'm still her daughter, and every mother worry, right?

"Walang dumalaw sa 'yong kamag-anak simula noong ma-hospital ka, Miss, maliban doon sa kaibigan mong si Yummie," he answered simply. "She used to come regularly to check on you. And according to your records, you live alone."

What the hell is happening here? All these unfamiliar names. Napadako ang tingin ko sa katawan kong napakaliit at nangangayayat ng sobra. I look so pale like a ghost. Sinubukan kong gumalaw pero sobrang nanghihina ang katawan ko. I need to know what is happening here. I'm sure they are mistaking me for someone else.

"I need to go to the comfort room," I told the nurse politely.

He assisted me towards the comfort room. Napasandal ako sa pinto sa panghihina. And as I entered the rest room, I began to evaluate my current situation. I woke with my memories intact, but the doctor believes I have amnesia. I only just awakened, but it feels like I've been up for an eternity.

A large rectangular mirror drew my attention. I shut the door and stared blankly in the mirror. And when I recognized what was in the mirror, my eyes widened-oval face, small narrow nose, thin pale lips, straight long brown hair, and dark brown eyes; a face unfamiliar to me. Fear gripped me and I couldn't help but scream at the top of my lungs.