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"Yes." The first thing I hear once I awoke. "She is breathing. Mrs. Morgan we don't know...We can- Okay. About three hours away. No we can't qui- I'll do my best." The helicopter blades were too loud for me to comprehend what was going on.

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...Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep...

"What's wrong? What's happening?" A voice ranged out. I couldn't point out who it was. Not now. Not when I felt so... dizzy. I opened my eyes only to be met my brightness, then blurred figures. I can make out the outlines of two people, both now towering over me. But I was too tired to do anything. Sleep, sleep was all I need at the moment. And so, I slept.

0300

My body was in pain, I couldn't move, I didn't want to move.

I was in so much pain. My shoulders felt like they were pinned back by weights. My legs ached for me to put them out of their misery. My back hurt when I breathed. My arms limp at my side. My breathing slow.

All I know is I'm not dead.

0830

"Please...just wake up." Was the all I heard when I regained conscious.

I groaned turning to my side, "My body."

"Wh-wha...Cammie?" A voice called out. They sounded familiar but I just can't remember. Not now. Not when I felt like I ran some miles non-stop with no water or food.

"Hmm.." I mumbled not fully grasping where I was. All I wanted was to sleep for the next couple of years.

"Open your eyes." They whispered quietly, the voice was very smoothing.

I mustered enough strength to open my eyes nonetheless. My eyes landed on a heart monitor. The spy in me wanted to question why that was there, but the girl in me just wanted to rest some more.

"How are you?" The voice belonged to a man. He sat in front of me in a wooden chair, his hair all over the place.

"I am well." I whispered weakly while rubbing my eyes from any crust. By doing that small little action, it caused a jolt of pain to go through my arms and back.

Right then and there I wanted to cry, cause if I wasn't able to rub my eyes without pain then what else wasn't I able to do? I am not well, no, I am weak.

"Cammie, look at me. Please." It wasn't a plead, it was an order from the man. And so I did instantly.

The man looked about to be his mid thirties, dark brown hair. Blue eyes, that seemed so blue was starting to envy him for them. His eyes looked tired and worried and I felt bad for probably being the cause of his distress. His sleeves were rolled up and his black pants we wrinkled, he must be a teacher or something.

Something hit me right then and there...he reminded me of my dad. I almost had the urge to ask him for his name until I realized, my dad was dead. I know that for sure. He's dead.

"Cammie, listen. You were found near Italy. Alone, bare footed near an old deserted highway. You only had pants on, your shirt ripped in half. Bloodied and bruised, barely breathing." He spoke quietly, as if he were afraid by telling me this I would cry or have a panic attack.

I laid on the bed confused. What was I supposed to say or do? I can't remember things, that should be something to panic at the moment. I stared the ceiling hoping I could conjure up a response, but for the life of me I couldn't.

"Cammie, why were you there?" He leaned in closely, as if looking for the truth through my eyes. He won't find the answers in my eyes, cause I can't even find the answers in my memory.

"Who are you?" I finally spoke.. His mouth fell a bit.

Guilt spread all over my body once I looked at his face. He was broken.

"Ms. Morgan, you don't remember?" He asked leaning back in the chair. Dragging his hand through his face, he quietly spoke to himself.

"I need to get the doctor." He mumbled before walking out.

I was left alone to my own surroundings.

I attempted to sit up but before I could get my back a couple inched from the bed a sudden strike of pain shot through.

I can't get up.

"Don't think that's a wise idea Ms. Morgan." A man rushed out, walking towards me. He had grey frizzy hair sticking out on the side of his head but bald on top. His glasses on the bridge of his nose, lab coat flapping as he took each step.

I nodded and fell back down. I'm weak.

"Now as you can see through these set of x-rays it show that Ms. Morgan here, has some bruised ribs. Her left ankle is healing from what we can assume from a broken bone. She has lots of... marks. Some on her arms and legs. But mainly on her back-" He rattled off.

"Dr. Steve, if you don't mind but can we discuss this when she is not here." The man from earlier gestured towards me.

"Oh, yes. Now on more important things, it seems that Ms. Morgan has lost some of her memory. Specifically recent memories, presumably about this summer." Dr. Steve, which I assumed since the man called him that, explained.

"She has temporary memory loss?" The man had questioned, surprised he looked at him.

"Yes she does, now it is most likely from her being traumatized by something that had happened to her. Or from a recent accident to the head, we think both." He wrote down on a clipboard that he took out of nowhere.

"We? You agreed that this was just between us and you. No one else." The man glared at Dr. Steve and took a few steps towards him. Dr. Steve was obviously frighten by him cause he almost tripped over some wires that connected to the wall.

"Oh, yes. My mistake. I had to have some assistance, don't worry they'll keep their mouths shut." Dr. Steve reassured. But not before I heard him whisper to himself "I'll make sure of it."

"Will she recover?" Another voice broke in. It was my...mother.

She looked tired, bags under her eyes. Her hair less stylish, blouse wrinkled, no make-up. Her eyes were red-ish, wrinkles were starting to show on her face. She looked so un-mom like. She can't be my mom, but if it weren't for the ring on her finger, I probably wouldn't recognize her.

"Rachel, I am not quite sure. I recommend she be put into therapy." Dr. Steve said. My mom looked at him then to me, and then from me to the man.

"Dr. Steve if I could have a word alone with Mr. Solomon and my daughter. Please." And just like that Dr. Steve was gone. Leaving me to remember a vague memory of the name, Mr. Solomon.

It's okay, listen. You must return Cammie. You must, it's too dangerous here. They will kill you. They want you. Leave before they come back, I can stall them." He urged me to move from my position. "Mr. Solomon, I can't leave you. Please...I'm scared. I'm so scared. Please just come with me, we can do this." I whispered through my tears. This is hard, I can't leave him here. What if he dies? I can't let another person die because of me, I just can't.

"Cammie what's wrong?" My mother asked. She scanned me to find any clues of my sudden discomfort.

"Nothing." I said looking away, I can't look at her. Not when I know what she did to me.

"You are so reckless! You'd think after what happened that I will come to your help? You're on your own." She hung up, tears streaming down my face. Not from her leaving me, no, from the stress and knowing what I had to do. I had to run, and fast before she sends them.

The memory had me questioning...why was she keeping this a secret from me?

All right, Chapter 1 is up! Hope you like it :) Cause I do! I'm so happy cause now it's better formatted and this is just how I want it to be! Stay tune for the next chapter, just gotta fix some things!

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