Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

It has been  a month since i woke up from the hospital bed. I was told that I've been in coma for 5 years caused by the car accident together with my parents. Unfortunately, they didn't make it due to blood lost and the strong impact of the accident caused by severe injuries. They were soon announced dead on the spot leaving me all alone, confused and with no memories at all. 

The doctor who tended to me for the whole 5 years i was lying unconscious was doctor Smith who said to be our family's personal doctor. He told me that there is a 50-50 chance for me to remember again. I didn't know what to react about that when right i woke up i felt like i just slept for a day. My body was feeling even good as new and i didn't see any sort of scars in any part of my body indicating that i was indeed experienced a traumatic accident. I even have this healthy glowing skin that i find quite weird considering i was in coma for a very long time. My body should felt like jelly considering the years i was disabled and i should felt weak fragile newborn baby. Well, except from a bearable throbbing in my head and dizziness.

"You were considered lucky and it's a miracle you didn't suffer from any ugly scars and injuries. Well except from internal bleeding caused by strong impact in your head that also caused your memory lost" doctor smith explained. I just stared at him taking all the information in. Somehow i felt like everything didn't make any sense and weird but then i lost my memory and i thought maybe this is what it felt like to woke up with no memories at all. Numb and emotionless. I didn't even know what my name was. 

During that time, A tall, dark, quite good looking young man with deep red hair assisted me until i was able on my own. He introduced himself to me right when he drove me back to home. 

"This is your home Miss. Owned by the ...late Cordova's where you are the only heir to all their riches. I am Walter Guerrero, the fifth generation of my family and has been in your disposal ever since i can remember. I am also your personal assistant since you were born" I noticed how he was hesitant when he mentioned my late parents. It's a sensitive topic and maybe he was still mourning their death considering how their family has been sticking to us for 5th generation. He maybe sympathizing the situation i was in. So i gave him a reassuring smile. He was caught off guard before he cleared his throat.

"May I lead you to your room now miss?" at the hospital i let Walter assisted me with a wheelchair all the way to parking lot where the car situated but now I'm home i insisted on walking since i was able to. Surprisingly, he let me with no worry at all. It was almost like he wasn't worried that i might fall anytime soon considering of how possibly my legs are still too flaccid for walking again after 5 years. Thankfully, i wasn't feeling that weak even right after i woke up at the hospital.

"You keep calling me miss,why?" I asked him suddenly while we were walking in the long hallway through my bedroom while i was busy checking out the place. The pathway was covered in red smooth carpet and the walls are painted in pristine white paint. And when i look up the ceiling was decorated with sparkling chandelier. When i was still answered by silence i looked away from the chandelier to check up for Walter only to see him looking at me with foreign  emotion. 

"Is everything alright, walter?" I decided to asked when he was still looking at me with a small smile. He seems...happy. 

"I was just glad that you are finally back miss" he said and i thought i saw him blink away the tears that was about to fall before he walk away leading me the way.

So much questions that keeps confusing me. This must be the feeling of losing all your memories and everything around you seems a mystery.  

......

I woke up the next day with a burning sensation at the back of my neck. It was a brief pain but it left a throbbing sensation that caused me to push myself out of my canopy queen size bed to the mirror. I could feel the heat at the particular spot and it was painfully uncomfortable. When i combed my hair up into a messy bun and tried to see what it was. At first i thought it was just an angry reddish flesh that caused by a termite bites or any insects in my bed but when i really look at it i noticed something more. I couldn't understand what it was but i can see a shape that i couldn't pinpoint what.

A sudden knock on the door made my head snap at the direction followed by Walter's voice. 

"Miss are you already awake?" 

"Yes I am, just give me a second" i rushed to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, right after i went to my ridiculously walk in cabinet to search for any comfortable clothes before i opened the door revealing Walter in his usual attire. I frown, too formal for my liking. He smiled noticing how i looked at him from head to toe.

"Don't get me wrong but yesterday i thought that was just your sort of fashion but now seeing you with the same clothes is a bit too much. Cant you just wear a normal clothes?" I cringe tilting my head at the side to show how puzzled i was. He just smiled with a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"I'm afraid i cannot miss. This clothes are my uniform ever since you suggested that i wear one to satisfy your silly idea of me being your butler" he teased only to stop when he noticed my reaction. I didn't know what he was talking about but somehow it made me blush when i realized i was the one insisted that clothes on him. 

"I'm sorry miss i didn't mean to triggered some unwelcome emotion and--"

"I did?" I asked instead making him stop saying unnecessary apologies. 

"Pardon?" 

Before i could say another word my stomach growled that made us both laughed.

"Uhmm..." He chuckles.

"Your breakfast has been ready miss. Please follow me" and so i did. I don't know why but it feels like there is something between me and Walter more than meet the eye. I feel awfully comfortable around him maybe because he was already around before i was even born?

That made me halted when a question came up.

"Wait. You said you were my personal assistant ever since i was born" i asked and he nodded.

"Yeah that's right" 

"So...how old were you then? I'm pretty sure you don't look that old" he smiled meaningfully.

"I was 6 years old when my father introduced me to you. Though you were still a baby and i was too young to protect you, we were started off as I as your brother and you as my baby sister...." He said while smiling though he seemed hesitant to tell me more. I wonder why.

Let say I'm 20 so that makes him 26. 

"Brother and sister....that is pleasant to hear" i muttered to myself.
  
My breakfast was all prepared in a long table with 12 seats. At the head of the table was where my food are placed. And i frown when i only see one plate.

"Do you not want the food miss? I can prepare your prefer food if you want" he suggested when he mistook my frown in disliking the food.

"No!. No it's not that. In fact the foods are mouth watering and appetizing . I just ...don't feel like eating alone" i don't know how to feel about that but its kinda sad eating alone not to mention how gloomy the house was and it seems deserted for a long long time. I wonder how this house looked and felt like before the accident. I don't remember anything about my parents. Are they good parents or not? Did they love me as parents should to their child?  What about cousins? Friends? I couldn't remember anything. Not a single memories were left. I was like an empty body walking in total darkness.

A sudden pain in my heart made me catch my chest where my heart was located. Rubbing it unconsciously. This must be the feeling of sadness, I felt like crying.

I want to remember again.

"....there is a 50-50 chance for you to remember again...." I remembered doctor smith said.

"Please do not stress yourself to much miss. I'll tell you everything i know as soon as you finish your breakfast" i was too caught up with my own thoughts that i didn't realized that Walter was already by my side rubbing me at my back trying to calm me down. 

My name...I've been waiting for him to speak my name but he kept calling me miss. I wanted to ask him my name but i was to afraid to speak. Afraid that my voice would betray me so i just kept staring at him with pleading eyes to tell me my name. At least by that single information about me would be enough for now to ease the feeling of emptiness.

Thankfully, he must have read my mind when he answered my pleading thought.

"Marya Luise. That is your name given by your mother" 

TO BE CONTINUED....