the beginning

~Kyra pov ~

Oh, you're awake…?

I slowly opened my eyes, my gaze falling upon the faces of two adults—a man and a woman—who hovered over me with expressions etched in a blend of concern and relief. Their features were soft and familiar, yet foreign, as if I was peering through a foggy window into a world that felt both welcoming and strange. I glanced downward at my fingers, wiggling them slightly, while the faint rhythmic beeping of a machine punctuated the eerie stillness surrounding me.

Who…?

Confusion swirled in my mind like leaves caught in a gust of wind.

Who are you people?

"Oh, darling, we're your parents,"

the woman said, her voice a warm embrace that filled the sterile room with a comforting glow.

"I'm your mum, and this is your dad."

Mum? Dad? I blinked, wrestling with the emotions their words summoned as they nodded, their smiles gentle beacons in my haze of uncertainty. Suddenly, a sharp jolt of pain pierced my skull, a fierce reminder of my present state, and before I could contain it, I let out a scream, my hands instinctively clutching my throbbing temples.

"What's wrong, darling?" my mother gasped, her eyes widening with worry, her brow creasing in concern.

"My head hurts… I don't feel good…"

"It's alright, sweetheart. Just lie down now and sleep. My love, you'll be fine,"

she murmured, her tone laced with an unwavering tenderness that wrapped around me like a warm blanket. As she brushed her fingers gently through my hair, her touch elicited a flicker of warmth within me, and she began to show me a collection of photographs—bright, vivid images that flickered to life before my eyes, capturing moments of joy from a familiar yet dislocated world. I saw glimpses of me in my room, the colors alive and vibrant, scenes that felt both nostalgic and completely alien.

We talked about the pictures, her voice dipping and soaring like a soothing melody, and she even sang me gentle lullabies, her voice a balm to my aching head. Later, my dad returned, his face beaming with pride and joy, a handful of colorful toys cradled in his arms.

"These are your favorites,"

he announced, his voice booming with excitement paired with a soft glow of love.

"Thanks, Dad! I love them!"

I exclaimed, a flicker of joy igniting within me, piercing through the heavy fog of confusion.

"Everything for you, my princess,"

he replied, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, his warmth enveloping me like sunlight breaking through the clouds.

"Now, all you have to do is rest."

With that, my mother said goodnight, her voice a sweet whisper that wrapped around me like a cozy embrace. As I closed my eyes, a smile graced my lips, and I drifted off into dreams filled with ponies dancing in fields of flowers, bright and beautiful, against a backdrop of happiness.

******

"Will our daughter ever remember anything, Doctor?"

The doctor sighed, his brow furrowing in thought, the weight of uncertainty heavy in the air.

"I hardly doubt that. She was hit really hard, and I don't think she'll ever regain her memories, but we'll see…"

His voice trailed off, leaving a lingering shadow of doubt hanging between my parents .

"She's been in a coma for three months; in two weeks, you'll be able to take her home."

"Thank you, Doctor," they responded, their voices a blend of flickering hope and