It's been a week. A whole week since I woke up from this hospital with absolutely no memory. The only thing I got from sitting on this cardboard bed was that my name is Beatrice Prior and I'm 17 years old. That and that I was in an accident.
No kidding.
I don't know what happened. No one will tell me anything and if I rely on my memory, I'll be screwed.
Sometimes I get flashes of a scene. Last night it was a blonde in a car with a guy. They were worried. It was raining hard and there was screaming. Vast, endless road. The rain wouldn't let out. It just wouldn't.
It was getting harder and harder to keep control of the steering wheel.
"Tris."
Beep.
The car stopped with a sickening screech.
"Tris..." He points to a dark figure in front of me.
Beep.
The gun points at me.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
I blink and gasp, sitting up on the bed. I must've had the same flash while thinking of the flash. Weird.
"Beatrice, you okay?" the lady, who claims to be my mother, said.
I shifted my eyes to hers and nodded. I mean I can't really tell her that I've been seeing visions of what might have been my accident.
"You're going to be out of here soon. I promise you." She said and kissed my forehead.
I nodded again, not trusting my voice. Deep down, I didn't want to leave. I don't know what's my life like. I don't know what to expect. This hospital room kinda grew on me. Yes, it smells like despair and death. But to this point, it's all I really gotten accustomed.
Well, or so I think. That is the only thing I remember.
The whole day went in a long and agonized speed. Doctors came in to pick and prod at me. I don't understand what more of a diagnosis they need. I lost my memory.. Nothing to it.
He barges in with my parents and pick and prod again.
He backs up, nods and says, "Amnesia. Im sure we have a serum for that."
A serum?
I shift my eyes to my parents and they must've saw the confusion in my eyes. He nodded swiftly and met the Doctors gaze.
"No, I would like her to regain her memory naturally." My father says.
After them talking, they left. Finally, I could be alone. This alone time didn't last very long.
I heard a two short knocks. It can't be my parents or doctor, because like before, they'd barge in. I just sat there, staring wide-eyed at the door.
Then the door opened and a teenage boy, about 18, came in. He has brown hair, he was tall and very handsome.
Who is he?
He runs to the side of my bed and sighs when he sees me awake with almost no bruises.
"You're awake, Tris" He sighed of relief and placed his hands on my face, "I knew you'd make it."
I just stared. Who was this boy? and who was Tris?
"Who are you?" I managed to croak.
His eyes seemed hurt for a second or two. Then a hard locked look replaced it.
"You don't remember me?" He said.
"No." I said, shaking my head.
He looked away then looked back, his eyes twinkling. "The accident must've.."
"What accident?" I say quickly.
"You don't remember anything?" He said, surprised with amazement.
"No , I don't. Now will you tell me who you are before I call the doctors in here?"
"My name is Tobias." He paused, "Tobias Eaton."