It was a sunny and the day and it was nice enough for a walk. As soon as I walk out the door, I get this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was like I should of gone back inside. I could have, I should have, but I didn't. I continued to walk and I decided why not go to the park. I quickly texted Trish telling me to meet me there. On the way to the park I noticed they were doing work on a new building. I tried to walk around it, and I almost did. I was almost all the way away from it. Almost. I see Trish and she runs up to me. I tell her we should probably get out of the way when All of a sudden, I hear a loud watch out and I felt this huge pain spread through out my head. I fell to the ground and I noticed Trish had done the same, clutching her head in pain. My vision was getting blurry, and I kept zoning in and out. My last thought before I blacked out was that I should've stayed home.
When I woke up I was in a strange bed, in an unfamiliar room. I was on my side facing a window. Light streamed in through the thin black curtain and I stood there frozen in the bed. I had just got knocked in the head with a brick, I expected to be in the hospital, or at the very least in my own house. I didn't know where I was, or how I got there, and I was almost afraid to figure out why. I turn over and I almost screamed. There was a man in this bed with me. The only reason I didn't yell because there was a note on his back. I had to get closer to read it, and when I did I nearly fainted. It said, "Don't worry I'm your husband." Husband? I'm 15! I can't have a husband; Who the hell is this man, and why am I in his bed? I got up softly not wanting to wake the strange man who for what ever reason, is saying he is my husband. This had to be some sort of dream. It was all to strange. How can I go from getting in a slight accident, to being abducted to some dude's house. Just when I was about to wake the man ,and demand him to explain what I was doing there, I turned my head and I saw a picture of us at a wedding, we appeared to be the bride and groom, and from that picture, I could tell that I was no wear near unconscious and unwilling. I was so surprised at this realization I let out a scream. The man in the bed jumped up in surprised.
"Must you do this every morning. " Looking at him now, he looked so familiar. I just couldn't place a name. I know for a fact I've never seen him around at school, but the feeling the familiarity was to huge to ignore.
"Hi, I'm Austin, Your husband." He smiled kindly but, I ran out of the room. I felt like throwing up and I ran an open room, which had a bathroom in it.
"Well good morning to you too." He walked up behind me, "Did it hurt? "
"Did what hurt?" I asked confused
"When you fell from heaven." I rolled my eyes and I walked out of there to look for something familiar. Something I could use to decipher this horrible situation I'm in. I found a TV and turned it on. The date flashed on the screen before it started up. I fell backwards on to a couch and I couldn't believe what I had just saw. According to the date I just read said that it was the year 2022, According to that, I should be 25.
"You should probably get dressed, you have a doctor's appointment today." Austin said.
I did what he said; I probably shouldn't have seeing as how I just met him, but what else could I have done. I was just so confused as to what was going on.
After a lot of him "forgetting something" in the room five times while I was changing, and a lot of scolding on my part, We soon got in the car and left for the doctor I was supposed to see. On the car ride there, he explained everything about the accident. I was a little reluctant to believe it, but it was the most logical explanation at that point. He told, me that I met him when I was in the hospital. That was all he said on that. He said we got married when I was twenty three and he was twenty four, and that I have a journal that I've had since a week after the accident and I write the day's events in it.
When we got to the doctor's office, He took the papers that are supposed to be filled out. He started to fill out my first name. I took the papers from him.
"What are you doing?" I simply replied that I wanted to fill them out, and he just handed me the pen and shrugged his shoulders. I got up to the last name part and started to write Dawson. He stopped me.
"Your last name isn't Dawson, It's Moon." I gave him a confused looked and then he motioned towards the wedding ring on our fingers. I gave an "Oh" expression then gave him, the papers.
"I change my mind, you do it." He chuckled and took the papers.
It wasn't too long after my name was called out. I got up and he went with me. They hooked me up to these machines and the doctor observed the screen.
"You seem to be doing remarkably better." The doctor said, seeming not to believe what he was seeing. "Did you remember anything from recent events?"
"No, but that guy you made wait out in the hall. He seemed extremely familiar this morning. I mean I can't put my finger on it. I just know that I must know him from somewhere, because it wasn't the "person you see in the hall face." It was like I've seen him multiple times." The doctor gave a surprised look but he eased.
"Well this shouldn't be a shock, being around someone for a long period of time, could very well be fit to a routine of some sort. Though it is an improvement, usually you think it's the day of the accident."
"Really? I thought it was the day after. You should of seen the shock! Yesterday it was 2012 now today its.."
"The day after? Do you mean you remember the accident?"
"Yeah almost like it was yesterday. For me it was!"
"You've made more of an improvement then I thought."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I mean, that usually, you forget everything up until you get up the morning of the accident." We continue to discuss about it and he tells me to do everything I can to try to see if I could at least get parts of my memory back. I go out of the room and head to where the waiting room was. I turned around to wait for Austin, who was talking to the doctor; he turned towards me and looked at me hopefully, and turned back to the doctor and continued talking. I had a feeling the doctor was talking about the same thing we were.
Austin said good bye to the doctor and we left to go back to our house? As I suspected, we did. When we went inside, he led me to the couch and got something from the cupboard. It was the journal he was telling me about. He handed it to me and sat there wordlessly, and he watched me as I sat on the couch. I started from the back, the doctor said it would be better if I started with recent memories. I started to read and things seemed slightly familiar. It wasn't until I got some where last year when something hit me. It was in the summer last year marked June 19th 2021, and as I began to read it, I started to space out and stare blankly at the page, as the memory in from of me started to come to life
It was a sunny day and I had woken up in the same fashion as I usually did, screaming when I see a strange man beside me. It was Austin, and he had the same note he had on the morning I woke up. The day progressed with me getting dressed and Austin hitting on me, and then him going down to the basement to work on his work. It turns out he was a very successful self-produced musician. I felt a pang of sadness. Have I become a house wife? I wanted to have a career, to do things, and go places. Now what's left of me. Someone who sits at home and cleans? As if an answer to my questions, the phone rang. I went and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Is this Mrs. Moon?" I was about to say no, but then I remembered that I was married to him.
"Yes. "
"This is A.R. Montgomery, the chief of the free press. I was wondering if you would want to accept a job as an columnist. You see I've heard about your condition, and I would love for you to write about your experience. I feel that this would give people a first hand feel, of how amnesia actually works. "
I pretended to think about it. Like it was a huge thing to add on to my free schedule, but I already had an answer.
"Yeah, I think that would be great. "
"I'd like the first draft by Friday." We said our good byes and hung up.
I remember telling Austin and how excited I was. I remember. I sat down at the computer, and began to type. I titled it, "Forget Me Not."