You can't live a life without a memory.

Chapter 1

My eyes feel really sore, there not open but I know they're there. The sand makes it harder to open my eyes so I forget about it for a while. I can hear people. Lots of people, running about, shouting things at each other. I also hear the sound of wheels. They're very rushed. All these sounds just coming into me, and they get faster and faster every second until I'm actually keeping up with the directions they're all going in. I feel so confused. Why am i hearing this noise? So i decide to open my eyes after a little rest and I'm in a hospital, surrounded by strangers. I look around. There's a nurse who spots me, realises I'm awake and runs off.

I actually dont remember how I got here or who I am. Why am i here? Who am I? What do i look like? Have I got a family? Or am I living by myself? So many questions just running around in my head.

I look at the other patients in the room, they're all asleep, yet telling by the sun coming through the window I can tell it's the middle of the day.

Suddenly the nurse returns with a handsome looking doctor. He grabs the clipboard from the bottom of my bed and takes a seat next to me.

"Hello Erina, how you feeling?" he asked me. What is that my name? Well it must be. That's quite an unusual name.

"Is that my name?" I ask him. He doesn't reply, all he does is give the nurse who's standing next to him a doubtful look.

"Do you not remember who you are?" he asks, looking at me like he wants me to say 'Oh no! I remember fine well who I am!' But i don't, instead i say something very different to that.

"No, I don't remember anything about myself,' I tell him truthfully. Then he scribbles something down on his clipboard. I start fidgeting with my fingers. I feel like I'm being interigated. The doctor notices.

"Ok, Erica. I need you to listen to me carefully," I nod undestanding this is important. "My name is Doctor Gerrard, and i have been your doctor for the past 4 years whilst you were in a coma. You arrived here when you were 16 and you are now 20."

Did not expect that.

"Do you remember anything?" Dr Gerrard asks. I shake my head being unable to talk with light, silent tears running down my face.

"Your mother will be contacted straight away," He looks at the nurse who then scurries off to phone my mum. "And we'll try and do something about your memory loss," He see's that I'm about to breakdown, yet i dont even know why.

"Don't worry," he reassure's me, "Quite a lot of people suffor from memory loss after exiting a coma, how long the memory loss lasts depends on the person," I knod to show him I understand what he means. Then a nurse, different to the first one calls over to him assisting help for another patient. He gives me a little smile to tell me that he's off and i give one back telling him that i don't want to be alone. Not to surprisingly he doesn't notice it, he's off before he can even see it. Guess he must get a lot of practice in a big hopital like this.

So I've been in a coma for 4 years? That's a lot to take in. There's so many things I want answers to, so many questions running around my head. Then I have to pee. I look around for the bathroom and see it at the corner of the room. I shuffe out of bed noticing the hideous night gown i have to wear. I wait for the person inside to come out and I don't even dare to knock in order for them to hurry up. I just wait patiently. After a while a boy about 17 or 18 comes out. He has a really pale face and is clentching his stomach.

"Sorry," he says "It might be a little stinky in there," he gives me an apologetic smile.

"It's fine," I smile at him and enter the bathroom.

The first thing i see is my reflection in a full-length mirror. Wow. I looked really pretty. I took a few steps forward so that i could see every little piece of detail. My hair is black, it is really long and quite wavy. I have really light and flawless skin. My figure was very small, quite slim aswell. But the only thing I can concentrate on are the two big bright green eyes staring back at me. They're gorgeous if I must say, such a pretty pretty shade of green. Then i noticed a scar. There was this one scar just at my the bottom of my arm going on to my wrist. It had been there for quite a while and it must have been really deep to survive all these years. Curiosity filled my head to as where the scar had came from. I guess i could only find out with patience. I took a step back and looked into the mirror. This was Erica, she was 20, she has gourgeous green eyes and a small slim figure. She has a scar running down her arm that leads to her wrist. She has a mother. This is all I know about myself. How sad?