Chapter - 3 - Beginning to RememberA Chapter by GlasityThere's the doctor again. I'm nervous.When I heard him talking in the other room earlier. He sounded mad. I hope he's not mad at me. He starts talking again, and he is smiling. I'm filled with joy "Now look, we're going to do a little blood test okay? You see this?" He shows me a instrument - thingy with a needle sticking out of it. "It will only hurt for a little bit." Is he going to stick me with that? It'll hurt! Why does he want to hurt me? "She looks like she really doesn't want to do this. Sharyl, hold her, or distract her in some way I don't want her freaking out, I could mess up if she moves." The lady nods and runs out of the room. She comes back seconds later with a cute stuffed doggy. She makes it look as if the doggy is talking, even though she's talking. This is fun. "Alright." I hear the doctor say, as he is putting a strap around my arm. Seconds later I feel a sharp pain and it's hurting my whole arm now. He hurt me, why did he hurt me? The lady looks at me and she is giving me a look. She is talking. She kisses me on the cheek and she picks up the little heart from the necklace that is dangling below my neck. She holds it tightly and shows it to me. She sounds as if she is going to cry. I don't want her to cry. I smile to her and give her a hug. She looks plenty happy now. She helps me up, I feel dizzy. It goes away soon. She holds my hand and we walk around for a little while. Like she is showing me the whole place. We pass up a mirror. I see myself in the cornor of my eye. I stop. "What are you doing?" The doctor comes back with a clipboard and papers in his hands. "Sharyl, what's the matter with her?" "I don't know she just saw the mirror, and now she's just staring at herself, Give her a second." The lady says. I hear them talking but I drown out the sound. I feel weird looking at myself. It's a weird feeling, like I've seen this before. Why don't I have any hair? I am bald. I remember this face from somewhere. But I only saw it in mirrors, and reflections. My eyes are different. They are a different color than the doctors, and the lady. They don't look the same. I begin remembering. I touch my face. I feel the little hairs. I touch my cheeks. My forehead. My eyelids. My lips. I remember them all. I am trying to speak like them. But I don't sound like them. They won't understand me. Even if I said it like them. I remember this girl She had blondish-brown hair. Her eyes weren't this color. Her skin wasn't this light. But she looked exactly like this. The lady is sitting down with the doctor now. Way at the end of the room, far from me. I can still hear them very clear though. They are talking and looking at me. They are using their hands while they talk. "She's been standing there for 5 minutes, Omar. I wonder what she is thinking." He nods. "We use to have patients with bad amniesa. But Not this bad. It's interesting what they are thinking, or possibly remembering with all this memory loss, after all she is showing good sign of expression and emotion. It's strange what she is doing, but let her, learn why she is doing this, study her natural personality and if she is having a mental problem wake her up every now and then, then study some more." She says. "Sharyl, I am here to help her health and see what's wrong with her physical internal and external health problems. Not to study her mental problems. I am not the psychiatrist here, I'm just a doctor." She smiles and says "I know, Dr. Omar. Just don't freak out if she starts crying. It's not always because her stomach hurts, genius." She laughs. They laugh together. I miss laughing. I remember I use to laugh like that too. © 2011 Glasity |
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Added on August 24, 2011 Last Updated on August 25, 2011 |