Who am I?
When will this darkness end?
As nineteen year old Alexandra Rios emerges from a coma with no memory of who she is, she holds on to the one thing that stayed with her. Charlie.
Only nobody seems to know who she's talking about.
Nobody except for her nurse, Carrie.
Alex has her work cut out for her as she tries to put the puzzle pieces of her lost life back together so that she can find the missing piece.
That's all I see.
That's all I feel.
That's all there is.
Who am I?
When will this darkness end?
There's something... Something just beyond this void. I can almost hear it. I can...
"It's been almost a month. You say her vitals are getting stronger, but when will she wake up?"
That's a voice! I hear a voice! But who's? Sounds male. Could he be talking about me?
"It could be a day, it could be a week, it could be months. I know this is hard on all of you but there's nothing we can do but wait."
Months? Months of this nothing?
And then again, what do I know of time. According to whoever's talking it's been almost a month. What happened to me?
"Months? She'll be like this for months?" The owner of the voice sounded on the verge of tears. "Damned be the day I let her go on this trip."
"Let her?" A new voice asked, female this time. She sounded young. "You didn't let her anything. She doesn't live with you anymore. She makes her own choices. She chose to go. On her own."
Damn. Whoever this person is she sure is mean. But she also sounds almost guilty. Almost as if she blamed herself just as much as the other guy did. Who are they?
Who am I?
"Riley I realize you have every right to visit my daughter," the man sounded exhasperated. "After all you are her frie..."
"BEST friend," the girl I assume to be Riley interrupted. "I'm her BEST friend."
"Best friend," the man conceded. "But I am her father and what you and your mother did still does not sit well with me. And on top of that my daughter is in a coma so if you do not mind, do not disrespect me. Or talk to me for that matter."
Damn. So that's my dad. I wonder what could my best friend have done to him that he hates her so much. They mentioned a trip. Maybe I went with her? And where the hell is the other voice to stop these two from bickering?
Just as I thought that, the other voice came to life.
"I understand that the two of you have your disagreements but please. You are in a hospital room where someone I'm sure you both love is in a coma," even I, in my fog filled state could feel the awkwardness in the room, where I imagined my faceless supposedly loved ones stood ashamed of their behavior. "Please do not argue in here."
Both mumbled their I'm sorrys.
After a little silence I heard footsteps moving away. Wonder who left.
Wonder what's going on. Wonder who these people in my room really are. Wonder when will I remember. Wonder...
"Shane I apologize for my behavior just now. I know we are not in the best of terms and might never be, but right we are both in the same boat. We just want Alex to get better."
Alex. I assume that's me.
Alex... What an odd name for a girl.
I hear my father grunt in grudging agreement.
I feel myself start slipping back into my void. I try to fight it. As Riley starts speaking again her voice sounds far away.
"I talked to Charlie today..."
Charlie? So there is a Charlie. Who is Charlie? Please, please sound closer to me. Keep talking.
"I don't want t..."
And that was it. I'm back in the void. I hear nothing else, as I see nothing else and feel nothing else. But now I have something to hold on to.
My name is Alex.
My father's name is Shane.
I do not live with him.
My best friend's name is Riley.
My father does not like her or her mom.
There is a Charlie.
My father did not seem to like hearing his name much more than he likes Riley.
But there's a Charlie.
Who is Charlie?
I don't know how long has it been since something broke the void. The conversation has long slipped away from my mind. I feel like I lost something important.
All I remember is that name. Charlie.
I think it was said that day.
"Babe I'm not supposed to be here. And I don't even think you can hear me anyway. But I can't not say good bye to you. Even if you can't hear me."
I hear it. I hear it!
What do you mean good bye?
Even though nothing in my world makes sense right now, and even though I don't remember my own name, I know Charlie's talking. Why is he saying good bye? Why isn't he supposed to be here?
"The doctor says you probably won't remember anything when you wake up," he sounded on the verge of tears. "I am so sorry about that baby. I wish it were me in that bed."
Well the doctor's right. I already don't remember anything. What does that matter anyway? Don't cry. He called me baby... He's my baby. Don't cry. I wish I could tell him that. Hold his hand. Something.
"Riley and your dad decided that I shouldn't be a part of your life anymore. Riley told him I've been using you. I understand why she would think that and I am so so sorry babe. I promise you I haven't. I swear to you," he was crying now."I really do care about you."
What?! What?! I can't... I can't even process this.
"They gave me back my ring and my bracelet and they erased every trace of my existence from your life. I don't blame them. They want you to be happy. I do too. And if you never remember me then I'll stay away. I will let you live your life baby," his voice started fading slowly. "And I will never, ever forget you."
No. No. Don't slip away. I wanna hear! I wanna remember!
"But... if you do remember me. If my name ever comes back to you, if you ever want to find me I want you to. The nurse that let me in will give you my ring when you wake up. I..."
And that was it. He was gone. The void was back.
Only now it was stronger than ever. Because I lost him. He said good bye. I don't remember much but I know I like him. No. I know I love him. When this conversation slips from my mind I will have lost him forever. Riley. Who's Riley? Why is she doing this to me?