CHAPTER 5!
"1918" I answered. "Dr. Cullen? What's going on?" He still had this vacant look in his eyes. The kind of look that sent chills up my spine.
Then, he finally spoke in a firm voice. "Edward, this is very important. What's the last thing you remember before going into a coma?" As soon as the question escaped his lips, about a million flashbacks filled my mind.
Which one was my last memory though? I thought very hard trying to remember. "My mother! She was sick, very sick. I think the influenza was the cause of it. The nurses rushed to her aid and I couldn't keep a coherent thought. I was drifting in and out. I don't know if it was my imagination or what. I felt like I was flying through coldness. Then I stopped and there was a sharp pain." I flinched at the remembrance of this cruel memory. "Then I felt like I was burning. I thought for sure I was dead. I heard whispers. I felt alone and cold, despite the burning of the flames through my veins. I tried to think of what I had done to deserve this kind of punishment. Then…" I let my sentence drift as I stared into the darkness of the room.
The look on Dr. Cullen's face was one of pure shock and confusion. This all had to be some weird dream inflicted by the influenza. "Then?" He urged me to continue.
"Then, it stopped. I roused to find that strange girl holding my hand." I paused. "I know this all sounds completely lunatic, maybe it was all a dream. But, I'm not crazy." Who was that girl? I know it couldn't have been Adelaide! Oh, goodness no. My precious Addie had bright blue eyes and strawberry blonde curls. I wonder where my dear Adelaide is.
"No, I believe you. It doesn't sound lunatic at all." The way he said it sounded as if he was hiding something.
"Dr. Cullen, sir? Where's my mother?" The beautiful picture of Elizabeth Eleanor Mason filled my mind. She was smiling at me as I was dressed in my Military uniform right after I signed into the U.S army too be a soldier! I sighed mentally at the memory of how proud my parents were and how worried they were. I got pulled out of my reverie by the sound of Dr. Cullen clearing his throat nervously. The look on his face, the apologetic look, said it all.
His face was pained. Oh, no! Please, Please no! "Edward, there's no easy way too say this. I know how close you and your mother were. But your mother . . . didn't make it through the last blow of the influenza. I'm sorry. The nurses did all they could do. She used all her strength trying to nurse you." He continued to ramble on but I couldn't hear him. A sharp pain stabbed my heart. Everything that
Mattered most in my life was gone! I couldn't even remember anything or anyone. I was starting to get angry! How could this happen to me? I wake up in a room I don't even remember and a girl by my side that I have never seen before. Weird, scary, shiny objects that look very complicated! (A/N: stereo's and television and laptop. They didn't have them in his days! Lol) I broke down in tears. Tears that felt like they have been vacant for more than 80 years. The only thing I have left is my sanity.
I vowed right then that I would not lose it no matter what! It's the one thing I have left. A cold hand came to rest upon my shoulder. I shrugged it off. "Please, just leave me alone." I muttered. I didn't see, nor did I hear him leave. But I felt the loneliness slowly creeping around me, and soon swallowing me in it.
I don't understand anything. It doesn't look or feel like 1918. Two things I will not rest till I find: My memory, and some answers. I vow I will find those two things. When I find them I will go searching for my Adelaide. She must be worried sick! What if she thinks I'm dead? Until then, I best do what I can, and see what I can find out here.