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23rd November

In three days Carla still hadn't remembered anything about her past life with Peter, but she had, with help from Michelle, agreed to speak to him about the situation that was going on. Peter was heading into the hospital with photographs of them together, and of them with the two children, anything to try to get her remember. Peter knocked on the door to Carla's room before entering.

'Hi Peter.' Carla offered him a small smile which in itself a step foward in thier relationship. Peter smiled back and sat next to her, stopping himself from kissing her or doing anything else that might make her uncomfortable.

'The doctor said that visual aids might help you remember so I brought some pictures, I hope thats ok.' Peter asked

'Yeah, I do want to remember, its just hard.'

'I know it is, here have a look at the photos.' Peter handed Carla an photo album, and on opening Carla was shown a picture of heself and Peter at what seem to be a party. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and they were both smiling.

'This was taken at Simon's birthday, when Lottie was under a year old. It was the first time you felt like part of my family, with the rest of the Barlow's there.' Carla looked at the photo and at herself, trying to grasp the memory of that day. The next couple of pages showed the same event, different people smiling or hugging, and of different aged children playing together. The last one was of Carla holding a baby.

'Is that Lottie?' Carla asked, pointing at the photo. Peter nodded and for the first time Carla had tears in her eyes. She knew that this had happened but she couldn't remember it. There was no dening that the child was hers, even if you couldn't match the tuft of dark hair and deep emerald eyes you could see the bond between Carla and Lottie as plain as the sun in the sky. Continuing to look through the album, Carla was greeted with pictures of holidays and christmases, she laughed at one of Lottie not much more than two years old with ice cream all over her face at the seaside. Once she had finished Carla handed the album back to Peter.

'Thank you Peter, that helped.'

'Did it trigger anything?' Peter asked hopefully.

'I don't know. I mean it's like when you watch a film as a child and you watch it over and over and you think you'll never forget it. But when you watch it back years later you discover what you remembered was completly different to what actually happened in the film, because everytime you thought about it something would change slightly. Do you understand what I'm saying?'

'I think so.'

'It's like the last 7 or so years of my life are like a big chunk of the movie that I forgot about, and now that I'm being reminded it's slowly coming back.'

'Well I suppose any progress is good progress.' Peter said smiling at Carla.

'Yeah, yeah it is. I'm worried though.'

'Why?'

'There letting me out today. But I scared that if I see Lottie or Simon that I'm going to freak out.'

'It'll be alright. Michelle said that you could stay at hers for the time being, and we can take every day one step at time.'

'Thanks Peter.' There was a knock on the door and Carla's doctor walked in.

'Hello Carla, how you feeling?'

'I'm fine, thanks.'

'Well the good news is that the tests we ran this morning have all come out clear, so you can leave when it suits you.' The doctor smiled at Carla, pleased that she had made a good recovery, all things considered.

'Thank you doctor, for everything.' Peter stood up and shook the doctor's hand.

'Thank you.' Carla said before the doctor left.

'Do you want some privicy to get changed?' Peter asked, not wanting to put pressure on Carla. She nodded so he waited outside the room while she got changed into some comfortable clothes that Michelle had brought the earlier on in the day.

When Carla took the gown she was wearing off, she looked down at her own body. She was thinner than she remembered, but the doctors said that was due to her being on a glugose drip for three months. The most noticable thing about her apperance was the scar on the left hand-side of her body, just below her rib cage. She traced her finger along it, trying to guess the length, a decided it was roughly 3 inches across. Suddenly a image came into her mind.

A hand around her waist, her vision bluring, trying to hear the conversation between the person she loved the most and the person she feared the most.

'Frank..please...if you ever loved Carla...'

'Of course I loved her!'

'..don't let her die. Please I can't lose her and I know you don't want her blood on your hands. Please Frank.'

Carla looked at Peter as he looked at Frank, she couldn't see what Frank's expression was.

'No.' Frank murmured barely loud enough for her to hear

'No what?'

'NO!'

As the knife went into her side she screamed out in pain, not noticing her knees crumble beneath her as Frank let her go. She could feel blood leaving her body, and then everything went black.

Carla gasped as the memory came back to her. The man that raped her, Frank he stabbed her, his voice terrifed her. Peter, saying he couldn't lose her. Carla quickly got changed and left the room and on seeing Peter wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Peter pulled away quickly.

'Woah, what was that for.'

'I remembered Peter. When Frank stabbed me.'

'Really? Car that's fantastic!' Peter picked her up and span her round.

'Oi put me down!' Carla laughed.

'So you remember everything?'

'It's coming through, I think seeing Lottie and Simon might trigger more.'

'Are you sure you want to see them?'

'Yes, I'm sure.'

'C'mon then.' Peter took Carla's hand and they walked out the hospital together, grinning like a couple of teenagers.

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