Chapter 1 : Introduction

"Okay Aiyah. We're done here. Just make sure you drink your meds, okay?"

I nodded. Even though I was here at the hospital, I was not wonted with a new doctor.

"I'll leave you for now. I'll come back later in the evening to check on you"

"Thank you, doc."

A man in white long sleeves folded up to his elbows entered my room. In a way, he looked like he was angry at something.

"You heard what the doctor said Aiyah. Meds."

"Carlo, come on. I know what I'm doing." I just said as I reached for my book. Harry Potter.

"Don't you dare call me like that when Mama is here, Aiyah. I'm your older brother."

I just rolled my eyes. "Yeah, like I forgot." He handed me the lemonade I asked for him to buy on his way here.

I took a sip and almost puked right on my book because of the taste.

"It's sour!" I screamed at him. He looked so annoyed at me right now, honestly. "Then what do you expect? It's a freaking lemonade!"

I rolled my eyes at him once more and just read the book. He looked at me with his confused face and said,

"Do you want a new book? I'll buy you one. You've read that a hundred times. Aren't you tired?"

But I just ignored him. I saw him roll his eyes before sitting on the side of my bed and lay down beside me. Good thing this bed is made for up to three people. "Can you move? I can't lay down properly. My back hurts." He said. "Then go sleep on the sofa. That huge thing is all yours."

He ignored me and kept on pushing my hip using his butt so that I'll move. I got irritated so I got down, and he, being the annoying monster he is, looked at me and smirked. For revenge, I grabbed the pillow beside him and hit him in the face.

I lay on the sofa for a an hour, playing guitar, keyboard, or just looking outside the window beside me. I took a glance at Carlo and like I expected, he was sleeping loudly.

Mama said last night that he was finishing his band's new song. Yup. My brother is a singer. Believe it or not, this guy is gifted. I know he's so tired, that's why I don't get why he's here, sleeping in my hospital room rather than be inside his comfy condo.

I got up and looked around my room. Medicine cabinet, a sphygmomanomete to measure the patient's blood pressure, a stethoscope to hear sounds from movements within the body like heart beats, intestinal movement, breath sounds, etc. a suction device to suck up blood or secretions and a thermometer to record body temperature. Everything looks like my old hospital room. Except the fact that the walls doesn't have pictures, doesn't have a bulletin board and no color.

Boring.

I saw some papers on the side table, I took it to sneak a peek.

"Aiyah Klaire De Guzman"

"Hyperthymesia"

I quickly stopped reading and put it back where I found it. Doc must've left it here earlier.

I'm bored. I think I'll just stay in the hospital canteen for a bit.

I was 4 floors up, so I needed to take the elevator. The hallways are so quiet it gave me chills. I sat on one of the tables close to the big window where you can see the hospital garden. I was in the middle of reading when someone sat in front of me. I didn't care at first because one, I'm sure it's just Carlo and two, because I'm too busy reading to look at the person who sat in front.

Whoever was sitting in front knocked on the table to get my attention. And like he wanted, I turned to him.

A man with a sharp nose and blue eyes met mine. One thing I know is for sure, Carlo doesn't have blue eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked, irritated.

"Joshua." He said. He reached out his hand but I just ignored it.

He was smiling like an idiot but i didn't buy it. Thank god he realized that I didn't want company so he shrugged and left.

I didn't bother look at him when he left. I was too busy shipping Harry Potter to Hermoine Granger. I have read this book 24 times, not a hundred (like what Carlo said) but I still want them to be together.

I was close to my favorite part of the book which excites me. The part that Harry will have a fight with Voldemort. I smiled because of the adrenaline, which never leaves me when I read a book.

"You look better when you smile."

I was shocked when I saw that Joshua guy on my side. He was holding a tray of snacks he probably bought in the snack bar.

"What are you still doing here?" I asked. This guy is getting on my nerves. Can't he see that I need to read in peace?

He shrugged his shoulders in a very annoying but familiar way before he sat in the same seat he seated on earlier.

"No tables." He said.

I took a glance around the big canteen area to see which table has other people.

"Can you see ghosts? There are more than five more tables available. Go seat there, don't bother me."

But he just smirked before setting down the food on the table. I don't like to eat alone. I'll just stay here."

"And I don't want you here so go ahead and find another table."

I cannot do this. I would rather think all day how the hell wpuld Carlo allow me to go to Hogwarts thank speak with this guy.

"Are you visiting someone? This is the first time I saw you."

"I didn't knew there was a canteen." I rolled my eyes. It's true. In two weeks of staying here, I didn't knew there was even a canteen here. Also maybe because of the fact that Carlo doesn't allow me go walk around too much.

"Are you a patient?" I asked. I'm bored. I guess I don't have a choice but to talk to this guy. My eyes went down to scan his clothes. Pajamas. Yep. He is a patient.

"Yup. Cancer." He was smiling when he answered but it was obvious that it wasn't true.

"You?" He asked back.

"Hm. Hyperthymesia." I answered shortly. He offered me a burger which I gladly accepted.

I know, and I remember clearly what I said. I still don't want to talk to this guy but I don't think I have a choice. He won't stop pestering me anyway.

"Hyper- what?"

"Hyperthymesia"

"What's that?" Damn, when will he be out of questions?

I swolled the piece of burger that was inside my mouth before I spoke.

"Hyperthymesia is a rare disease. To make it simple for you, all of my memories, I cam remember them. Streets, plate numbers, airplanes, dates, name them. I can tell you what happened on that day."

"Woah! cool!" I ignored the smile on his face.

My head hurts. This is the thing that I hate about Hyperthymesia. Headaches.

I looked down which made me look at my watch. I immediately stood up when I noticed that I have been in there for three hours! Carlo's awake now. and I'm doomed.

"I need to go." I said. I ran down the hall to catch the elevator. An inch before it close, I heard Joshua scream.

"I didn't even get your name!"

A pair of glaring eyes met mine the moment I opened the door to my room.

"Where have you been?" He asked calmly. He doesn't scare me, and he knew that. I just hate it when he screams at me.

"Canteen." I said. He quickly went closer to check on me.

He turned me around a couple of times that made my headaches hurt evem more.

"The heck! Stop it, Carlo. My head hurts! You're making it worse!"His senses came back when he heard what I screamed.

. "Oh, sorry" I held my head because of the new pain surrounding it. I sat down on my bed to rest my mind. A few deep breaths, fun thoughts and I think I'm fine. After five minutes of meditating, I quickly looked at Carlo who was like an innocent kitten who did nothing wrong.

"What? I didn't knew that you still have your headaches until now."

If my pupils can turn into slits, it already did. I am really having a hard time containing my anger from this guy.

I was about to scold him but I was interrupted by a knock.

"Ms. De Guzman? Doctor Salazar sent me here. He told me to check if you already drink your medicines."

The female nurse went in and she smiled at me. The smile quickly faded and her jaw dropped when she saw Carlo.

"Ehem." I said. It was enough to get her attention.

She asked me if I already took my meds and I just shook my head. She went to my medicine cabinet and got the medicines I need.

She also asked very stupid questions like:

"Do you feel like you're so tired?"

"Does your head hurts?"

"Did you remember what doc Salazar told you?"

And I was trying not to offend the poor girl, because she's new. This is the first time I saw her. But at the very back of my mind, I was cursing her nonstop. I want to say thing like,

" Are you really a nurse? Did you check what you're patients illness is before you came here? Because you look stupid asking questions."

Before she left, I saw her looked at Carlo for the 23rd time.

And hey, I know my brother is handsome but he's not that handsome.

I slumped my back against the bed when she left, finally.

Gosh, my head hurts so bad.

I closed my eyes but I didn't sleep. I just kept on fighting my memories, wishing that they'd stop when I did, but no avail

I heard the door opened and closed, indicating someone went out. I figured that Carlo needed something to eat, that's why he's going down.

I looked up my ceiling for a few moments before getting up. I looked at my window to try and calm myself. I want to sleep. It's already 10 pm.

I put the small chair beside my window then looked outside again. If Carlo sees me here, he would ask why didn't sat on the soft and comfy sofa instead of this stiff chair. Well, sitting on the sofa would remind me how lonely I am, and I don't want that. I closed my eyes and let the memories run around my head. It's way easier that running from it.

January 27, 2009 Tuesday. 8:46 pm

"Klaire, you're gonna be okay. They'll get you cured. You can forget things like other people do Klaire. Do you want that?" Mama asked me. Her eyes sparkled with hope, I couldn't help but stare.

"Ma, do you think it'll work?" She smiled at me. Her brown eyes reflected on the rays of the sun, revealing it's beauty. "Yes baby. It'll work. Your dad is the one who made it afterall."

My dad is a scientist. When he found out that her daughter has a rare disease, he went out to his lab to search for cures and vaccines. I still remember how his touch felt seven days after I was born. I remember how his kiss on my forehead and his sudden movement caused me to cry. I still remember all of it.

That was my first memory.

March 24, 2009 Tuesday 10:01 am

"Mrs. De Guzman, you know that this is dangerous. Are you sure you want to do this?"

I shook my head to stop. I can't handle the pain caused by my headaches anymore. I looked around my room and saw Carlo's guitar beside my bed. This was Carlo's first guitar. He taught me how to use it when I was seven.

I looked outside my window and looked inside my room again. This room's gonna kill me of boredom. Everything is so plain. I need fresh wind.

I combed my hair before I left my room with Carlo's guitar. I know he'll be mad but psh. who cares? I need something to do.

I need to calm down. And music is the best way to do it.

I figured that the back door would be my best shot to avoid guards asking me where I'm going. There was a playground in the middle of the garden. Three lights surround the mini playground that made the place scary to some people but to me, it's peaceful.

I sat on one of the swings when I stopped scanning the place. I took a deep breath and let music fill my ears.

"The other night dear,

As I lay sleeping.

I dreamed I held you in my arms.

But when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken

So I hung my head and I cried

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away"

"I always love y--" I stopped. I looked beside me and saw a man with blue eyes. "Hey, I was having a moment, why did you stopped?"

"What are you doing here?" Seriously? What is this guy doing here?

"Singing, why? Is it illegal now?"

"No."

"Oh, see? Why so dramatic?"

I just shook my head and thought of another song to play.

"You're voice sounds horrible. That's why.." Lies. His voice is more angelic than Carlos. I looked at him and almost laughed my ass off when I saw the look on his face. "W-what? My voice? H-horrible?!" he screamed. Aish! What is with this guy? He's a guy but he sounds way worse than a girl.

"Hey! Do you know who you're talking to?! This is Joshua Alville! Who says my voice is ugly?!"

"Please, can you pipe down? You're giving me headaches."

My head feels like it's being squeezed right now. God, why does it hurt so bad?

I stood up and fixed myself. I'm gonna go back up. I can't handle this thing anymore.

"I'll go ahead." I said. I was about to walk away when he held my shoulder.

"What?" I asked, still not turning around.

"I uh. I still don't know your name."

I don't want to introduce myself, the reason why I just continued to walk away. But my last attempt was a fail, because now, he's holding my hand. I quickly snatched it away from him. "You don't need to touch me.

"Come on, I'm only asking for a name."

I turned around to ignore him. Good thing that he didn't stop me, because I was getting dizzy from all of those quick turns.

I took 5 steps then stopped.

I turned around to face his blue eyes and his smirk.

"Aiyah."

Then I turned around again. The pain is getting stronger each step I make. I took ten steps then I felt my body fell to the ground.

I tried to close my eyes but everything went black.