"One chapter is all I ask, a chapter of our lives together. A chapter I could re-read night after night. A chapter that would bring those precious memories back."

-Aliah

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Aliah's POV

"Aliah.. Aliah.. open your eyes for me!"

I slowly opened my eyes, letting my senses do their job. I was staring at the light fitting on the white-quite high ceiling. Even though the ceiling of my apartment was also quite high and white, I knew that I wasn't in bed at home. I could also hear a 'beep' somewhere over my head of what I took to be a heart monitor. The bright morning light that was shining through the window made me close my eyes again. Now I knew for sure I wasn't home. My room is dark and depressing, there's no way so much light can shine through my woolen curtains. I could also smell the typical sweet aroma of hospital disinfectant.

"Good girl."

"Now do you know where you are?"

I turned my head slightly around so I was facing the person that was asking me a ton of questions with her shrilly annoying voice. A voice I had never heard before-so high and powerful. She was standing besides my bed dressed in a white tunic.

"Aliah? Aliah! Thank God!" Someone yelled from the other direction, it sounded familiar, but I was incapable of identifying it. I turned my head to the other side and looked at the long, muscular posture that was standing next to my bed.

"Saïd?" I whispered quietly. It sounded like I was yelling but they could barely hear me.

"What's that honey?" The annoying voice asked. She grabbed her tiny flashlight out of her frontpocket and shone it into my eyes, going from left to right and from right to left.

"Do you know your name?"

Of course I do..

"Aliah" I responded softly.

"Good good" she responded.

"You're in the hospital, do you remember what happened?"

I looked at all the wires and tubes attached to my arms and the rest of my body. I started panicking inside at the thought of not knowing what had happened and where I specifically was. What happened?

"What happened?" I groaned. My mouth was dry. Eventhough water was all I wanted, getting answers was more important.

"Don't you remember?"

I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue and tried to speak a full sentence. "No.. I-.. I was baking.. I think.. I don't know I don't remember". I started panicking and I felt that my eyes were filling up with tears.

"Take it easy okay, I want you to nod if you feel this." She walked over to the end of the bed and started pressing her pen against my left foot.

I nodded.

She did the same with my right foot.

I nodded again.

She then walked back to where she was standing before and continued the tests, "can you lift your right hand and touch your nose?"

I lifted my right hand and touched my nose. It went slow, but I was relieved that I could atleast still lift and feel everything.

She asked to do the same with my left hand. I did the same slowly, but it felt like it took me forever to do so. I was still too weak. I wanna know what happened. Who or what put me in hospital.

"Okay I'm going to ask you a few questions and then I'll let you rest."

I felt Saïd next to me the entire time but he didn't say a word.

I nodded and tried my best to listen carefully.

"Tell me about your parents." she asked.

Why is she asking me this?

"My parents died a long time ago." I responded.

"Okay great, how about your husband?" She asked.

Great?

My husband?

"Who?" I frowned looking at her confused.

"Harris? Your husband?" Saïd repeated.

I turned my head and made eyecontact with Saïd.

"Who's Harris?" I asked like I had never heard that name before. Which was true, that name was new for me.

Saïd lowered his head, as if I asked an impossible question. He covered his face with his hands and turned around.

I saw Saïd and the doctor exchange looks.

"What?!" I enquired.

"I'll be back later, I'll give you some time to talk." She said with a serious expression and left, closing the door behind her. Saïd grabbed a chair and sat down near me.

"Saïd what happened?!" I asked for what felt like the hundredth time in just 2 minutes.

"Someone broke into your apartment, you were knocked down and your husband-.." he stopped and broke eye contact.

"Why does everyone keep telling me I have a husband? I don't, so stop!" I said whispering that last part. Again I felt tears stinging the back of my eyes, but I was trying my best to keep it dry.

"You do Aliah, I'm afraid you lost your memory."

How can I lose my memory? How hard did I get knocked down?

"What? No how?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" Saïd asked.

I looked back up at the white ceiling, trying to remember the last thing I did.

"I don't know.. I was looking for work and I.. I made lunch after that."

"Oh God." he said worried.

"So you don't remember anything after that?" He added.

"No! Saïd stop! Nothing happened after that!" This time, the hot tears fell, one by one, rolling down over my cheeks.

"So you don't remember Harris?" He asked.

"No, I don't." I sobbed, "I'm sorry".

"No it's not your fault, your memory can always come back, we just need to trigger it somehow."

"How is he?" I asked. Was I seriously married? And to what sounded like a non-Muslim guy. Maybe he converted? I can't imagine myself marrying a non-Muslim.

"Who?" Saïd asked. I could see that this was also tough for him. He was confused and didn't understand what was going on. Can you even imagine losing a year worth of memories? Who knows what happened in that year.

"Harris."

"He's in a coma, it doesn't look good for him." Saïd sighed.

The only person that can trigger my memory is practically dead. How am I going to get my memory back?

"What happened to him?" I asked.

I had so many questions. Maybe asking questions and getting answers will somehow trigger my memory.

"He got shot right above his heart, I guess he got lucky.. one inch lower and he would've died instantly."

I broke eye contact once again and let the tears roll down. Saïd's voice slowly faded away and I could only hear my own thoughts.

I hoped... I hoped that this was all a dream and that I would wake up soon. I closed my eyes whilst my tears were still rolling down over my cheeks.

Please let this be a dream. Please.

Harris's POV

When I saw the blood on Aliah's hands, something started boiling inside me. I released myself from his grip and pushed him down trying to reach for his gun but he was faster. He grabbed the gun and shot me right in my chest. I fell down om my knees and looked him straight in the eyes. I saw the look in his eyes, he immediately regretted what he did. He dropped the gun, followed by a loud sound that echoed through the entire apartment when the gun had reached the ground.

I looked at the gun and eventually fell down myself, gasping for air until I wasn't able to breath or see anymore. Nothing but blackness. Emptiness. Was I dying?

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~Edited by R3Hijabi ~