Your POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The same noise repeats itself, over and over again, getting more annoying every second.

Suddenly, new sounds enter... where ever I am. A door being opened, voices, a door closing.

"Oh, my baby. Is she going to be okay?"

"That's something I need to talk to you about-"

A noise -a groan- escapes my lips as my eyes flutter open. I don't have time to take in my surroundings, as a pair of arms slide beneath my back, squeezing me tight, and warm, chapped lips somther my face in kisses.

When I'm released, I study the person who attacked me with affection.

(Describe your mother)

"Oh my dear, how are you? Speak to me. Why are you looking at me like that?"

I begin to panic. "Where am I? A-and who are you?" I take a moment to think before I ask the most important question on my mind; "Who am I?"

The woman turns to a man, the other voice, and begins to shout. "What does she mean? Tell me this is a sick joke!"

The man sighs. "I need to talk to you. And your daughter."

Daughter? This woman... is my mother?

The woman, supposedly my mum, nods and sits down in a seat beside my bed, grabbing onto my hand. At first, I'm reluctant, but relax and squeeze her hand.

"Y/N has a serious case of amnesia. When the truck hit your car, it hit the passenger side, which was where Y/N was seated. You were lucky to have just broken your wrist. Y/N, however, is suffering three broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and broken ankle, along with her amnesia."

"How do I get her memories back? How long will it take for her to remember everything?"

The man frowns and gives my mum an apologetic look. "Due to her head injuries, maybe a couple of years, I don't know. But you can't force her to remember. Putting too much pressure on her to remember things will cause her a lot of stress, which you don't want."

"So I just don't tell her anything? Is that what you want me to do?"

"No, you can tell her some things. My suggestion is only really tell her something if she asks about it. Like if she asks what her childhood TV show was, you'd say-"

"Doctor Who," she mumbles, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"Yes. That way it's more of a natural healing and she won't feel so forced about remembering things. Any more questions?"

"C-can I see what I look like?" I speak up.

The man nods and stands up to leave the room, leaving just my mother and I.

"So, your my mum?" She nods and gives me a reassuring smile. "What about my dad? Where's he?"

The colour drains from my mother's face and her jaw clenches. Anger and sadness is visible in her eyes.

"Your father... died when you were really young," she replies bluntly, not a sign of heartbreak found in her voice, but hatred.

"He did?" She just nods, looking guilty, as if she's just done something terrible, as the man returns, mirror in hand. He holds the mirror out to me and I take it.

I stare into the mirror. Staring back at me is a young girl with E/C eyes and H/L, straight/wavy/curly/frizzy H/C hair. Her lips are chapped (and faded) and a large, blue and purple bruise occupies the majority of her right cheek.

"That's me," I whisper.

"Yes, that's you," my mother replies.

I look at my bandaged body and frown. "How bad was the crash? Can your car be fixed?"

She shakes her head. "The car's fuel tank was punctured. The police told me that after we had gone to hospital someone dropped a cigarette and it caught alight. There's nothing left of it."

I frown. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault it happened. Do you have anymore questions?"

I nod and ask away. I have so many questions yet I barely have any.

I decide to only ask the important questions. My age, where we are now, the year.

Once I'm finished with questions, we put the TV on and watch what my mum says is my favourite show; Doctor Who.

It's then I get a painful pang in my heart. Like I'm forgetting something. It's a feeling of longing and need.

I shake it off and continue to watch the show.

Don't stress about it. It will come to me one day.

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But that feeling never left. It continues to haunt me, and it will never leave until I have that missing piece back in my life...