Hey this is my first fanfiction but it's been in my head for ages so I decided to just type it up. You might not understand it yet or later on lose the gist of it but I'm just going to keep writing and try to make it believable and not make anyone lost. Anyway I hope you all enjoy and it will connect to Home and Away later on. Please read and review :)

CHAPTER ONE

The waves glistened as the fading light hit their surface, dying the sapphire water a glorious orange. In the distance I could see the first stars emerge, sparkling like one thousand tiny fireflies. It would be the image of paradise, if it wasn't for the gritty sand between my toes or the salty chill blowing from the east. But I had learnt to ignore these factors, as I knew it wouldn't last. As I gazed out into the distance I looked at the watch on my left wrist which showed the time to be 11:23. As I watched the minute hand tick over my ears exploded from a deafening blast, and a searing pain pierced my stomach. I out a bloodcurdling scream as I awoke in my room, gazing up at the white ceiling that enclosed my cell. A few months ago the nightmare would have attracted at least seven nursing staff, but that dream had become so frequent that no one even blinked as my screams echoed through the corridors. After four months in the Reefton Lakes Psychological Unit, the staff had still not conquered the nightmare that haunted me every night. And I didn't care, because it was the only thing that I felt I owned in this place, it was the only thing that felt real. I guess it was stupid to hold onto something as fake as a dream, but I felt it was more than that...

Flashback

"Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?" I heard a male voice asking.

"Look Samuel she's responding!" exclaimed a woman's voice.

I struggled to contain a groan as my eyes fluttered slightly. I didn't feel like responding to these people, I just wanted to be left alone. But the pain in my abdomen was too much to bear.

"Ouch" I said my voice hoarse and scratchy.

I opened my eyes as wide as I could to see a tall man with short dark hair staring right at me with wide brown eyes. To his side I saw a short woman with a stocky build smiling at me with waves of long red hair cascading down her shoulders. From the way they were dressed I guessed they were doctors of some sort, coming to put out the fire in my stomach. I strained my brain to remember any sort of detail as to why the burning had started but my mind came up blank. In fact, my entire head was blank; I couldn't remember a single thing.

"Who the hell are you and where the hell am I!" I rasped at the duo, my heartbeat grew faster and my survival instincts kicked in. I tried to get up but the pain seared, causing me to keel over in agony.

"Whoa, take it easy honey! My name is Jessie and this is Dr Thomas, you are in the City Hospital, you've just had an operation" said the red headed woman.

"Do you remember anything from beforehand?" asked Dr Thomas.

"Um, no" I said, after a minute racking my brain. I couldn't remember anything, not even my own name.

"Do you remember anything at all darling?" Jessie asked, her annoyingly sweet voice sending shivers down my aching spine.

"Well I remember how to speak but that's about it. Uh, who am I and how did I get here?" I said, my gravelly voice scraping my words. Jessie and Dr Thomas exchanged a furtive glace before Dr Thomas quickly left the room.

"Where is he going? Is something wrong?" I asked Jessie, my breathing becoming quicker. They were hiding something.

"Oh nothing's wrong honey. He just needs to check on something with the authorities." Jessie said before quickly dropping her gaze. Now I knew they were hiding something. I heard raised voices approaching and Dr Thomas re-entered the room followed by a tall blonde police officer.

"My name is Inspector Davison, is it true you don't remember anything?" The police officer asked. Behind him I could see Dr Thomas shy away in Davison's shadow, having obviously lost their argument.

"Yes it is, could someone please tell me who I am and why I am here?" I croaked loudly, my confusion escalating.

"Your name is Sarah Miller. You are 32 years old. You were an accountant in Brisbane but moved down to Sydney. A month ago at exactly 11:24AM you and you're parents collided with a semi-trailer at the intersection between Strathpine and James. The truck collided on the left hand side of the vehicle, so being the driver you weren't as severely hurt, you still sustained a very serious puncture to the abdomen and a knock to the head, so you've been in a coma for about 28 days, but I am very sorry to inform you that you're parents didn't make it." Inspector Davison said.

"Are you feeling alright honey?" Jessie said as she saw the frown of confusion on my face.

"Yeah, I'm alright" I said "It's just weird you know, I feel like I should feel bad for my parents but how do you grieve for someone you don't even remember."

"Just rest honey, maybe you will remember in the morning." Jessie said as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. That was the night of my first nightmare.

End of Flashback

The thing was that after two months recovery, a month in counselling and four months in mental care, I still hadn't remembered a thing. I sometimes wondered that if I had kept the nightmares to myself then things would have turned out differently, and I wouldn't be stuck in some psychological unit. If only I could contain the scream that escaped my lips every night, and escape the beautifully real ocean image that had led everyone to believe I was insane. So many times I asked doctors if they had accidentally messed up some details of my life story, but I always got the same responses of: "Of course darling", "We are absolutely sure honey "and "give it time love, we wouldn't lie to you" I was so sick of being patronized. It was almost as if they were trying to convince me of some pretend life, because no matter how hard it tried, none of the memories they shoved down my throat sparked anything. My only escape was the terrible nightmares. The second I closed my eyes I was right back there; back to the salty breeze and the rushing waves. That night, as the blast echoed throughout my head I made myself a promise. I promised to escape the madhouse and track down the beach that was the source of my 'insanity'.