"to a place, i recall, i was there so long ago...
the sky was bruised, the wine was bled,
and there you led me on..."
the faded voices wake me up.
i've always liked this sound. people talking, moving, living. i always liked crowded places, ever since i was a kid. they make me feel safe...as i slowly open my eyes, the blinding white lights blur my vision. all i see is black silhouetes, moving on a white canvas.
why does my body ache? i lift up my arm, there's still blood dripping from it and a red paper bracelet with the words "urgent care" on my wrist lets me know this isn't such a safe situation i'm in.
"he's waking up!" i hear. that nostalgic, childish voice echoes in my head and brings a smile to my lips, it's her... i turn my head and our eyes meet. hers were crying, mine were just happy to see her. i know i love her but...i can't seem to remember her.
"hey you..." i say, in an almost muted voice...
"he woke up again!" i hear Alex say...what does he mean again? he slowly walks up to me with a patronizing smile on his face. "hey sleeping beauty, feeling better?"
i try to sit up but they both stop me, pushing my body towards the stretcher. even though it was soft, my back landing against the mattress makes my whole body shiver in pain.
"what the hell happened?" i ask, confused.
"not this again..." Alex says, as he rolls his eyes and leaves the room, frustrated by what i just asked.
it's only me and her now. she holds my hand and slowly explains it. "you were in a car crash...you're okay. noone got hurt"
"no, no, no...this makes no sense...i was back at college yesterday, it's...what day is it?"
she sighs and draws a sad smile. i can see this is hard for her..."it's september, september 3rd...and you're gonna ask me how is this possible, since you distinctively remember it's march..." she says, as she looks away and her eyes water up again.
i've never been so confused in all my life...
"well...if my memory is the problem then we should start working on it. I should start to write everything so I don't..." her sad smile, once again, shuts me up. she points towards the garbage can near the entrance. judging by the ammount of shredded paper in it, i can see i already had this idea...
"the doctor says it's better if you rest...your memory will come...eventually."
she kisses me and i feel at home. for once during these minutes i feel at peace.
"i'm glad you're here" i say...still not remembering her name...she smiles openly. the first happy smile i've seen from her today.
"i know you are. it's the fifth time you tell me that."
what the hell is wrong with me...
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