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Jog My Memory
Drama
 Created on 6-25-08
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It’s a beautiful day. My eyes aren’t even open yet, but I can tell. I can feel the bright light penetrating through my eyelids. I pry my eyes open, to focus on the beautiful day.
It’s really blurry! And the light is so bright it burns. I blink hard, and things begin to focus.
But this isn’t my bedroom.
This isn’t my house.
I don’t even think I’m in my hometown…
There’s something in my mouth! Urgh, GROSS! I can’t get it out!
I cough and I splutter until eventually someone takes it out.
“It’s OK dear, I’ll just fetch the doctor and your parents,” a soft voice tells me.
A doctor? Why would I need a doctor? I feel fine.
I blink repeatedly, until everything comes into focus. A clean white bed, white ceilings, baby blue walls and a hard, tiled floor. Hospital.
I freaked.
“HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE?” I screamed, to know one in particular.
My mother came rushing through the door and threw her arms round me. She was usually a very glamorous woman. Bouncing, shiny brown curls, carefully made up face and the most fashionable clothes you could think of. She always looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine. But today… I could see her roots, and her hair was limp and lifeless. She was wearing jeans she usually wears when she paints and a massive, dark green cardigan. There wasn’t a scrap of make-up on her face. My father stood next to her, waiting to get his turn in hugging me. He, too, was a very fashionable, middle-aged gentleman. Today, however, his hair lacked style and his eyes seemed to have lost their shine.
These people were not my parents…
My mum was crying on my shoulder, and my dad also occasionally wiped away a tear as he held me. “Why am I here?” I mumbled, again and again.
Eventually the crying stopped. My mum simply looked down at me in my bed, stroking my brown curls. She tucked half my hair behind my left ear and asked, “Sweetie, don’t you remember anything?”
I stared at her. “Remember what exactly?”
Then the doctor came, and ushered my parents away. He talked to them outside.
I reached down to the end of my bed, and pulled out my hospital chart. I looked at the “Date of Admission”. Friday the 14th of September 2007. That was yesterday, right?
Some guy ran into the room, interrupting me. He looked about my age, had short, blonde hair and piercing green eyes. I noticed he was ripped with muscles as he came and hugged me. I didn’t respond.
Who the hell was this guy???
He began kissing my face.
“Babey, I missed you so much- I’m so happy you’re OK! I don’t know what I would have done without you!” He said, in between kisses.
I shuddered at his touch and pushed him away from me.
“Beth, babe, what’s wrong?” He asked, clearly puzzled by my reaction.
“Beth?” I spat, “Who the fuck is Beth? My name’s Elizabeth!”
He sat on my bed, staring at me. He tried to rest his hands on my shoulders. “Babe, do you remember me?”
I glared at him, and pushed him as hard as I could.
“QUIT CALLIN’ ME “BABE”!” I cried, “Who the hell are you?”
The guy looked on the verge of tears. And sure enough, tears slid down his cheeks as my parents re-entered the room.
“Mum, what’s going on? Who is this guy?” I quizzed.
My mum gasped, and shook her head in disbelief. My dad’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
The doctor stepped into the room. “Elizabeth?” he began, calmly, “What’s the date today?”
“Saturday the 15th of September, 2007” I replied.
He shook his head, took the chart off me and began writing notes. My mum came over and sat on my bed. She held my hand, and stared down. Eventually she looked me in the eye.
“Elizabeth… today is Tuesday the 14th of April… 2008” She began crying again, “And this is your boyfriend Brett. You’ve been together for 7 months!”
“WHAT? YOU’RE LYING! Why would you do this??” I shout at her.
“No one’s lying,” my dad said from the corner, “Eli… it looks like you’ve forgotten the last 7 months of your life…”
It’s really blurry! And the light is so bright it burns. I blink hard, and things begin to focus.
But this isn’t my bedroom.
This isn’t my house.
I don’t even think I’m in my hometown…
There’s something in my mouth! Urgh, GROSS! I can’t get it out!
I cough and I splutter until eventually someone takes it out.
“It’s OK dear, I’ll just fetch the doctor and your parents,” a soft voice tells me.
A doctor? Why would I need a doctor? I feel fine.
I blink repeatedly, until everything comes into focus. A clean white bed, white ceilings, baby blue walls and a hard, tiled floor. Hospital.
I freaked.
“HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE?” I screamed, to know one in particular.
My mother came rushing through the door and threw her arms round me. She was usually a very glamorous woman. Bouncing, shiny brown curls, carefully made up face and the most fashionable clothes you could think of. She always looked like she had just stepped out of a magazine. But today… I could see her roots, and her hair was limp and lifeless. She was wearing jeans she usually wears when she paints and a massive, dark green cardigan. There wasn’t a scrap of make-up on her face. My father stood next to her, waiting to get his turn in hugging me. He, too, was a very fashionable, middle-aged gentleman. Today, however, his hair lacked style and his eyes seemed to have lost their shine.
These people were not my parents…
My mum was crying on my shoulder, and my dad also occasionally wiped away a tear as he held me. “Why am I here?” I mumbled, again and again.
Eventually the crying stopped. My mum simply looked down at me in my bed, stroking my brown curls. She tucked half my hair behind my left ear and asked, “Sweetie, don’t you remember anything?”
I stared at her. “Remember what exactly?”
Then the doctor came, and ushered my parents away. He talked to them outside.
I reached down to the end of my bed, and pulled out my hospital chart. I looked at the “Date of Admission”. Friday the 14th of September 2007. That was yesterday, right?
Some guy ran into the room, interrupting me. He looked about my age, had short, blonde hair and piercing green eyes. I noticed he was ripped with muscles as he came and hugged me. I didn’t respond.
Who the hell was this guy???
He began kissing my face.
“Babey, I missed you so much- I’m so happy you’re OK! I don’t know what I would have done without you!” He said, in between kisses.
I shuddered at his touch and pushed him away from me.
“Beth, babe, what’s wrong?” He asked, clearly puzzled by my reaction.
“Beth?” I spat, “Who the fuck is Beth? My name’s Elizabeth!”
He sat on my bed, staring at me. He tried to rest his hands on my shoulders. “Babe, do you remember me?”
I glared at him, and pushed him as hard as I could.
“QUIT CALLIN’ ME “BABE”!” I cried, “Who the hell are you?”
The guy looked on the verge of tears. And sure enough, tears slid down his cheeks as my parents re-entered the room.
“Mum, what’s going on? Who is this guy?” I quizzed.
My mum gasped, and shook her head in disbelief. My dad’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
The doctor stepped into the room. “Elizabeth?” he began, calmly, “What’s the date today?”
“Saturday the 15th of September, 2007” I replied.
He shook his head, took the chart off me and began writing notes. My mum came over and sat on my bed. She held my hand, and stared down. Eventually she looked me in the eye.
“Elizabeth… today is Tuesday the 14th of April… 2008” She began crying again, “And this is your boyfriend Brett. You’ve been together for 7 months!”
“WHAT? YOU’RE LYING! Why would you do this??” I shout at her.
“No one’s lying,” my dad said from the corner, “Eli… it looks like you’ve forgotten the last 7 months of your life…”
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