Remember Me

Chapter one

I looked up at the night sky, how long had it been since my accident? 6 or 7 months? I wasn't sure. Somewhere around 6 months ago I had lost my memories, though I felt as if I had lost my whole life.

Although I couldn't remember my accident, everybody else seemed to know every single detail. It frustrated me to not remember my own life. It was mine, so why was I the one to know the least about it? I now often came to the fields behind my house, but only at night when I felt safe, and away from the looks of pity. 

Days were hard, when I was outside people stared, pointed and whispered like I was some kind of freak. Maybe I was.
Living in a small town in the middle of nowhere where nothing exciting ever happened did that to people. Maybe I just had to accept that my memories were not going to come back.
Doctors had actually not been surprised that I was still suffering with my amnesia.  Apparently it was a common occurrence in cases like mine. Which was so super for me. Not. In the end I told my parents that I wanted out of that hospital. Even the thought now made me shudder. That chemically clean smell. Eugh.

Thank god I was at home now. I loved being outside, maybe it was a side-effect of being cooped up for so long or I had been outdoorsy before. Like I knew the difference. Life was a learning curve now. I lay in the grass and smelt the fresh night air, I yawned and stretched. Night air just smelt so much better, the peace was also comforting.

My parents had been so careful with me, I remembered my family but nobody else. It was like I was stuck in time. People came up to me saying we had been best friends since forever. Whether or not they were genuine was hard to decide, so I just kept away from people in general. 

Even how everything had happened was strange. I was found on a street with my head literally split open. It had left a nasty scar on the back of my head, I didn't mind it though. No one knew what had happened or how I came to be there, and that terrified me. Shouldn't the person who had been with me that night be feeling guilty? Or at least have gotten help? Why had they just left me there? The more I thought about this, the more angry and frustrated I got. I knew stuff but I couldnt put any memories to faces or facts.

I again opened my eyes and sighed. I shivered from the crisp air, but it felt nice, like something I could control for one. My parents had tried everything to try and bring back my memories. My doctors had suggested smelling old perfumes or showing me pictures, eating things- no success though. I knew my parents loved me, but I could feel their frustration growing. The more methods we tried the less cheerful they were. I felt like a failure, even if I was trying my best.

I had a horse, which I'd had for years. Onyx. He was a black stallion, and had the cleverest eyes I'd ever seen. I felt like when I spoke to him he could understand, the quiet silence that followed my monologues had been comforting.

Boys had been a short and frank conversation I'd had with my parents. I didn't date, just because I hadn't been interested in anyone in a while. I realised after that maybe my parents weren't the best people to ask about this kind of thing. But the friends thing had been equally confusing. I was a stranger in my own life.

„Hello Nora" A voice. A strange male voice that made my spine shiver.