Lost

Introduction

A journey towards finding those lost traces of her memory that haunts her life.

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SKYLAR’S POV

Beep, beep.

The first-ever sound that made me realize that I was alive. I was trapped within myself, it seems as if my soul was trying to find a ray of light within the darkness surrounding us, my brain wasn't functioning properly. It felt as if I was confined within this gloominess for several years. I was alive but in deep sleep. Now, I wanted to escape this horrible feeling of getting trap into the web of my inner conflicts, I wanted to open my eyes and feel the world filled with different colors surrounding me. I was trying to fight myself, finding the lost connection with my brain so that I can assure myself that I will live. Internally, I was clenching at the feeling of helplessness when your inner self has restrained you from having any link with the outer world. For god sake, I wanted freedom from myself. I tried my best to make some movement so that if anyone is near me can help me in this messy situation. After what felt like hours, I regained my link with my brain and started responding to the signals transmitted through my body. My eyes reopened after a long struggle, struggling to adjust the sudden brightness. Wow! even after so much exertion, the darkness was still hunting me and was striving to pull me back into its confines. After grappling for a few minutes that felt like an eternity, my eyes opened properly sensing the view around me. The first thing I concluded, I was lying down on something soft while white walls were preventing my access to the outside world, something was covering my nose and mouth while many machines were kept beside me. The ceiling was white and there were two windows in the room covered with blinders. Where the hell was I? My thoughts came to an end when the door of the room opened and an old man wearing a white coat entered inside. I frowned when he stood beside me and observed the machines, he smiled at me and removed the thing wrapped around my mouth, it was an oxygen mask. He gripped my wrist and zoomed out again examining something most probably my pulse. What the hell was going on?

"Miss, how are you feeling?" He asked me politely.

"Fine", my voice was hoarse, my throat was dry as if I haven't drink water for a long time.

The man helped me in sitting up and gave me a glass of water that I gulped down immediately, heaving a sigh of relief as the cold liquid soothed my burning throat.

"Where am I?" my voice sounded better than before.

The man observed me for some time and answered, "You are in hospital."

"Hospital", it came out as a mere whisper. How I landed up into a freaking hospital when yesterday I attended the party at my friend's house?

"Since when?" I looked at the man concluding that he was a doctor. "Since yesterday." His answer shocked me, why can't I remember anything? What happened after I left Ashley’s house yesterday?

"How is that possible? I can't remember anything, I was with my friend yesterday." Hell! everything was creeping me, where the hell my memory has gone?

"Do you remember today's date?" his curious eyes were observing my behavior keenly.

"2 April 2018."

His eyes widened at my answer making me confuse.

"Miss today is “2 April 2020."

"What? How is that possible?" Is he mad? Why can't I remember anything? Why I wasn't having any memories regarding the last 2 years?

"You should take rest, we will talk regarding this when you are fine."

"But." The doctor didn't let me complete, "You need to rest, I will come back after some time then you can meet with your family. Don't stress yourself."

With that, he left and I was wondering about my lost memories.

I was lost within myself.