Her

Chapter 1 - "What is there to remember?"

She tried... She saw it coming. But it was too late. She would have never forgiven herself if it weren't for the fact that she didn't remember. Yes, she could see their faces, their loving faces. She could almost feel their warm arms wrapped around her. But she couldn't feel herself. All the power she had did her no good in this moment.. The moment that would change her life forever.

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My chest rose and fell as I could feel myself breathing. It was a painful feeling. My eyes slowly fluttered open as I saw a bright, white light above me. I would have sat up if it weren't for the fact that I couldn't even move.

"Where am I?" My voice came out small, almost non existent. I slowly turned my head to both sides and tried to figure out where I was.

I closed my eyes once more and fell back asleep.

'She moved!' I could hear a voice say in my dream. The voice continued to speak but I couldn't make out the words.

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Narrator:

It was difficult to tell weather she would make it or not. It seemed as though the beautiful girl, with the wide eyes had lost her spark. She had been unresponsive for days, now. And everyone was slowly loosing hope.

Just when it seemed like she would never recover, they were given a small bit of faith.

"She moved!" Aunt Rose spoke with tears welling up in her eyes. She ran to the bed side, gazing upon the girl. Her lips moved, as though she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. She closed her eyes once more.

Another day went by before she opened her eyes again. Her eyes seemed dark, almost lifeless.

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I looked up at the bright light above me, not aware, at first, of the people standing next to me. To my right, was a woman with long, wavy, dark hair. She had, what appeared to be tears in her eyes.  To my left was a tall man with a white coat on.

"Where am I?" I spoke weakly.

"You're in the hospital sweetie." The woman replied, "You've been here for the past week."

"The hospital? Why?" I questioned. Although, judging by the pain I was in, it seemed like I was better off here than any other place.

"You don't remember?" The man asked, concern written all over face.

"No. What is there to remember?" I was confused. The man gave the woman a sympathetic look before motioning for her to follow him outside of the small room where we were.

"It seemed that the possibility we considered is what has happened." The man said when they walked out the door. I could barely hear him, much less process the words correctly.

"Is there anything we can do to improve her condition?" The woman asked, beginning to sob.

"Only time will tell.. Until then, I suggest that you do your best to differentiate what she remembers and doesn't remember." He replied, "I'll leave you alone with her for a bit."

I saw the woman look into the room to where I was. She had her hand over her mouth as she continued to cry and shake her head. She took a deep breath and then walked towards me.

"Honey, do you remember me?" She looked at me hopefully.

I took a long look at her, trying to think if I'd seen her before. My mind was foggy and I couldn't recall much of anything.

"No. Should I remember you?" She started to cry again as soon as I replied. I didn't understand why she was crying so much. I didn't even understand why she was here.

"I'm your Aunt Rose.  I'm your mother's sister." She said, trying to surpress her tears.

"My mother? Where is she?" I ask, still trying to realize what's going on.

Her face is riddled with shock, as if she didn't expect me to ask that question.

She takes in a deep breath and looks away for a moment, trying to gather herself it seems.

"Your mom isn't here right now.. Its just me." She half smiles.

"Oh." I take a moment to look at her. She doesn't look very old; early late twenties at the most. I wonder how it is that she can be my aunt when she looks not much older than me.

Wait, how old am I anyway?

"So you're my aunt... But you don't look very old." I state and she let's out a small giggle. That's the first time she's smiled in the last ten minutes.

"Well, your mom.. My sister; she was- she was born fifteen years before me." She says. "So growing up, you and I were more like cousins since I'm only five years older than you."

"And how old am I?" I ask because I really can't remember. How sucky is that?

She looks at me sympathetically before telling me that I'm twenty-three, making her tewnty-eight.

I feel almost stupid at this point; asking questions that I should already know. As I ask what happened to me  Ros- sorry, Aunt Rose simply says that I was in an accident but she doesn't give many details. Only that I suffered a head injury and am now suffering from amnesia.

In the coming hours I ask so many questions that I can't keep count. I worry that my aunt is growing tired of my inquiries, but she ashures me that its okay. She's very patient and kind.

There's still one question that I haven't asked yet..

"What's my name?" I ask.

At this, Rose smiled before telling me.

"Your name is Adeline. Adeline Chase."