Remember Me

Amnesia

I'm floating. Light and darkness swirl together to make a strange shimmering grey haze. In the back of my mind I know I'm not well 'alive' I guess you would put it but I know I'm not dead. I'm in a sort of in between. It's peaceful here. No pain but there's also no happiness. I really don't feel anything really. I wander down the grey shimmering nothingness and catch a glimpse of Him out of the corner of my eye. That's what I call the shadow that fallows me around.
When I first noticed him I was scared but now I'm used to him stalking the edges of my vision. It's become comforting to know I'm not alone. Whenever I try to see Him he just disappears. I don't try to see Him anymore because of that. I don't want him to leave, I get lonely. I worry that if I'm alone too long I'll break.
Since I don't have anything to do here but wander aimlessly, I think a lot. I've decided that He saved my life the day of the accident. I wonder if he saved my parents life's. I mean I'm not worried, I can't feel much emotion. Even when I do it's only a flicker.
I sit down and look around the endless shimmer of grey. I lift my hand and examine it. Im the only color here, my pale skin standing out like it was hot pink. I lean back and place my hands on my stomach. I see Him at the edge of my vision and am comforted that I'm not alone.
I sense something strange this time He appears that wipes my early comforts away. He is giving off a nervous energy that causes me to jump to my feet. He is moving at the edge of my vision as if He's pacing but I don't want to look afraid he will leave. After I bit I feel Him becoming even more restless. I give in to my curiosity and turn.
He does not disappear like He normally does. I see him far away just a black figure beckoning me toward him. My heart races at the thought of talking to someone or even being near someone and my pulse jumps in excitement and my hands shake. What? I shake my head. That's when I realize I'm feeling. I'm feeling emotions. My heart surges. He beckons me toward him.
'Come.' His voice rings in my head like a bell.
I take a step toward Him.
'Yes.' His voice whispers in my head.
I take another toward him, then another and another soon I'm sprinting.
I run toward Him as fast as I can. As I draw close, feeling and emotions pot into me making me feel lighter than air. I see him turn and sprint in the opposite direction. I'm frustrated that He's running away from me but I'm also enjoying the chase. Im breathing heavy but I don't feel tired. I'm gasping for air but don't dare slow down. I'm surprised when I realize He's running toward the light. I've always avoided it scared of what it would do to me. There was also the darkness. It was just darkness that always beckoned and called out to me urging me to go to it. It always felt sickly sweet. I wanted to go to it but also knew that if I went there was no coming back. Whenever the loneliness got to bad I almost did but then He would appear and urge me back to the grey.
Now He is leading me into the light, im hesitant but I follow.
'Jump through! It will be okay." His voice shouts in my head as we draw close to the light.
As he passes through the wall of light it seems to flash, scared that I will be alone forever if I don't follow Him I jump straight into the light.

I gasp and my eyes fly open. I fling my arm up to shield my eyes as they adjust to the light. As they do a tiled ceiling comes into view. Beeping sounds fill my ears so I turn to find the source. I see that I'm hooked up to machines each one monitoring some part of me. I try to sit it but something on my face is restricting me. Annoyed I pull some tube thing taped to my face and nose. I pull needles from my arms and swing my legs over the side of my bed. I try to stand but almost topple over my legs are so weak.
Cold air suddenly hits my back and embarrassment causes me to blush. I reach around the back of my hospital gown and wrap the long string around the front and tie them in a knot. My blond hair is much longer than I remember. It nearly reaches my butt.
I carefully test each body part making sure I have full use of them. I wince at the aches I feel in my bones when I move. I slowly walk over to the big oak door and crack it open. I'm greeted to the harsh sterile smell of the hospital and my nose wrinkles in disgust. I see a young nurse working at a desk about 10 feet away. I nervously creep out onto the cold floor, my feet making soft notices as I walk across it, to her desk.
She doesn't look up when I stop in front of her.
"Can I help you?" Her voice is high pitched and has a southern drawl.
I nervously twist a piece of my blonde hair around my finger.
"I-I don't know where I am." I say quietly my voice cracking.
The nurses head whips up and her green eyes grow wide in surprise. "Oh my god!" She jumps to her feet her brown curls bouncing. She hit a red button on her desk and rushes around the counter. "You're Kylie Darling!" She puts her hands on my shoulders and steers me back to my room.
I roll my eyes. Of course I'm Kylie Darling. "Yes. Would you happen to know where I am, what I'm doing here, and how I've gotten here?" I say as she makes me sit down on the bed pressing a cold stethoscope to my back.
"You are at the Hospital of Georgia, and you have been in a coma for three months." Her hand shakes the stethoscope and I shudder. I've been in a coma for three months? How did that even happen? I shake my head in confusion and clasp my pale shaking hands in my lap.
"Don't you want to know about your parents?" The nurse asks still pressing the stethoscope to my back.
I look up at her as a tear trails down my cheek. "I-I can't r-remember them." I whisper.
The nurses mouths parts slightly. "Oh."
I clutch my head in frustration. "I can't remember anything!" I cry voice cracking. Sobs shake my frame and slide of the edge of the bed and collapse on the floor. I hear the nurse yelling for a doctor in the background. I pull my knees up to my chest and try to make myself as small as possible. I cry, my face pressed to the cold sterile white floor.
A hand gently rubs my back, trying to ease the pain. One thought keeps running through my head on repeat and I can feel it start to seep into every crack in my body filling them but causing them to expand wider. If I can't remember my life, why am I even living? I should be dead. I should be dead...
I feel a sharp prick on the inside of my arm but I ignore it. I almost welcome the pain. It was better than having this mental pain that felt like it was tearing my head apart.
Moments later I realize that I must have been injected with a sedative because my eyelids begin to grow heavy and my cry ceases. The last thing I render is being lifted into the air by a doctor.