do not forget me

Everything I remember from 16 April 2015... - Sweetey? Are You ok? My mother is next to my bed. She seems overly worried. My older brother, David sits in a chair in the room, and has a very tense easy expression when he sees me open my eyes.A figure in a black suit enters the room. It is Dad. I see them all blurry, but I know it's them. When I feel a little better, I realize that I am in a hospital room and that I have bandages on my head and infusions in my hand. I somehow find strength, and I wonder why I am here, and what are these infusions stuck in my hand looking for! - It was an accident...a car accident ,My mother answers in despair. - You survived, Madi ,my father is approaching me. A car accident? I survived? What are my parents talking about now?! It can't happen! Did they both go crazy?But then why would they see the pain on their faces? it can be? in life I wouldn't have thought they were serious right now if I hadn't seen their disappointment. -You were stupid to get in the car with them, Madi. David looked at me ugly, as if I had just done something wrong. Almost with contempt. I'm very confused. A car accident, the disappointment of the parents. Now, without knowing why, I really feel guilty. It's probably my brother's disapproving look. Always, whether I'm to blame or not, his gaze always manages to make me feel guilty. But now, he has no right to look at me like that. No one. - Not now, David, my father growls nervously. A nurse approaches my father with a sheet in her hand. It's not like it's for me, anyway. So I'm going to pretend I don't care why Dad looked at her worried. But it's like telling myself "Oh, Madi, don't worry, it's just your life at stake!" How stupid. I should ask someone, but I'm just sitting here pretending I'm dying. - She may be discharged in a week if she does not show any other negative symptoms. Says the nurse, handing the sheet in my father's hand. The nurse looks at me for a moment and then without saying another word, goes out the door. -We know you'll be fine, honey. Just be patient. Everything will work out, my mother assures me with a sad smile. Dad approaches the door again, and I hear him talking slowly to the doctor. But I can hear almost everything. - She can't ... And the effect of the infusion appears. I fall asleep with dizziness. And that's all that's been left in my head all these years ... My present life: After my parents divorced, I decided to stay with my dad. I was not affected by this at all! I love my parents, that's for sure, but none of them have yet affected my life in any special way. And if there's anyone I can live with, well, without any discussion, it's is Dad. Mom is far too principled and demanding! I mostly agree with her, but on the other hand, it's a whole other story!She kept ordering things to me as if I were her own puppy to bring her the stick! That pisses me off. And as if that weren't enough, my brother is a cheap copy of her! Ever since I turned seventeen, he's always been following me! And especially when it comes to boys or romantic dates, well, no way! When he sees me talking to a guy in the school hallway, he goes crazy! He stares at the boy until, frightened by his insistent gaze, he almost runs away! He once checked my phone! Should I still give reasons why I hate that part of the family? I do not think so. Here, living with my father in an apartment in Vienna, everything is almost perfect! Almost. Eight years have passed since the car accident, from which, incredibly, I escaped alive. Eight years since I've asked my father any questions that I haven't answered! Being a detective, he studied this case for a long time, but so far he has not found the missing piece in the landscape. Not until today. I want answers. But I'm not surprised I'm still the misunderstood Madi. Oh, pretty Madi, live on another planet! Does my dad think I'm totally carried away? Possible. Anyway, now I have a life and I want to live it. Not far from the mystery of my past death, though. I will do it. I'll find out who staged everything. Whether it suits my father or not.