Chapter 2: I don't remember anything

6th February 3020

Nevaeh

I don't understand how this could happen to me. I have no one and I don't remember anything 2 years prior to the accident.

The doctor walked into the room hesitantly, as if he were seeking my permission but denying me peace at the very same time. I nodded slightly, without moving my head too much to avoid the pain. The smell of ash clogged my lungs and I was struggling to breathe. My vision was slightly fogged and i could feel myself breathing and blinking, feelings which would usually go unnoticed, but feelings that I know felt in extremes.

The last thing I remeber was walking to the Café with my sister, 2 years ago. "Mrs. Randen, you may collect your discharge papers at the front desk." That sounded too passive aggressive for my liking. Weren't Doctors supposed to make me feel comfortable and safe. It's not as if I asked for this and why wasn't anyone one else coming to fetch or sign my papers? Don't I matter to anyone? I wish I knew the kind man who brought me here and signed my forms but they wouldn't tell me anything aside from his name.

I smiled weakly in the doctors direction. I knew he could see the disappointment on my face, but I refused to feel embarrassed. I still had the same address as 2 years ago so I could go home but I don't know what else may have changed.

"Hey Doc-" I figured (immediately after I blurted it out) that I should probably address him in a respectful manner and not like I was Marty from "Back to the Future". Because it's not like he wants me here either. "-tor?" yep, saved it. "Do I still live with my sister? Who brought me here? Do I still have my job? Where's my husband?" Question after question. Did he think I was asking rhetorical questions? Or was I just very unclear?

I raised my eyebrow, why wasn't he answering me? "Can you please answer me?"

"Ma'am, I cannot give you any details apart from your home address and the person that brought you here." Gosh, he is so frustrating. Why isn't he understanding that I am not in a condition to leave?

"Who brought me here?" I might as well get the answer to that so I could thank the person, or even visit them, if I knew them. "He claimed to be your next door neighbour for the past 8 years. He said he just reached you in time."

"Oh, neighbour.... Larry? Luke?... Llllllllll...?"

I was hoping he'd help me out, but it was taking him awful long. "Luka, how don't you know that? Nevermind, not important. You should go see him, maybe he'll help tie up some loose ends, good luck finding who you are!" How could he judge me for that? In my now fucked up mind we were only neighbours for 6 years... not better? Okay I see the problem. My egotistical, self involved, uninterested self landed me in a bit of a jiffy.

I left the hospital more perplexed than I'd ever been in my entire life. So I live in the same house I've been in for the past 8 years. I've been in the hospital for 3 weeks, lost 2 years worth of memories and I have no idea what's happening in my life.

The state of my house is horrible, My sister and husband aren't home. Quite curious. Where were they and why didn't they pick me up? They probably called but my phone was destroyed along with any other belongings that I had on my person.

I walked into my room and threw myself on the bed. What am I going to do? No phone, no memories, no contacts. I still work at the Café. I have really good commitment, same house, same job, for 8 years. Marvelous. Splendid. Abso-fucking-lutely Incredible.

My husband and sister, Daveed and Maveth, still haven't returned, what if they're gone for a business thing? Did I even care? Daveed was obviously and clearly banging Maveth for the entirety of our marriage. I still loved him, even though he was an utter douche.

I got off of the bed to undress. The clothes felt foreign. I didn't remember them at all. I would've never worn that outfit had it been a normal day. I am living somebody else's life and there's nothing I can do about it.

I walked out of my house and did something really dumb and spontaneous. I went to visit my neighbour. Surely he would know a little about me, or was my whole life sheltered? I'm sure he does know something.We never used to talk but it was worth a shot.

I knocked at the door 3 times and patiently waited. Did he live here? Probably, since he still claimed to be my neighbour. I knocked once more and my neighbour answered. He looked dishevelled. Like I'd caught him at a bad time.

"So sorry to disturb, but umm... do you know me?" I did public speaking but by yhe way i was talking, you'd swear i flunked 3rd grade. I didn't even bother to mention how he saved my life or even thank him.

He looked at me confused and raised an eyebrow. I realised my mistake immediately, he probably thought I was insane.

"Do you... know me? I live next door."

He looked confused, probably thought i was shitting with him.

"I'm aware, you've lived there for 8 years and we talked a couple of times. Why the sudden visit? Do you need help with anything?" His voice was deep and heavenly. It took me a second to answer.

"Yes...well...umm Luka, is it?" Was I about to tell this maybe complete stranger my problems? "I was in a car crash a couple days back, only to find out that I've lost my memory... from the past 2 years." Turns out I was.

Yep, he thought I was crazy.

"If you could just provide the bare minimum... I've never felt more lost and I figured you would know something. Just a tiny bit of information."