I Became Super-popular At School After I Lost My Memory
Hello, everybody! My name is Brie, I guess. These nice people, who turned out to be my parents, told me this. It seems weird, right? To not be sure what your own name is, who your mom and dad are. Or even who you are.
The first thing I can remember is the smell of the grass in the open field where I woke up. I had the most horrible headache ever. I must have injured my head somehow. But how did it happen? I sat up and tried to think about how I had gotten there. But I couldn't. I stood up and decided to go home, but I didn't remember where my home was. And when I thought some more, I realized I didn't know my name either. I was gripped by panic. I got on my feet and ran. There were some houses not far from the place I woke up, so I headed over there. I banged on people's doors and cried for help.
Then, one old woman finally let me in and asked me to tell her who I was and what had happened to me. But I couldn't remember my name or my address. She looked very confused. I was so terrified and embarrassed that I burst into tears. The woman tried to calm me down and gave me a cup of hot tea. It all seemed like a lifetime had gone by. And only after a bunch of police cars, hospitals, numerous talks with doctors, and a reunion with my newfound family, did I learn the story of my life.
I lived in Kansas with my mom, my dad, and my younger brother. Our family was far from being perfect. Actually, my parents were getting divorced, which, as my mom claims, was the true reason for what had happened to me.
That day everything came to a head. After another fight, my father collected all of his things and left the house, slamming the door. Mom was really upset and angry. She was on a real tear. She put all the things that reminded her of my father into plastic bags and told me to take them outside to the garbage as soon as possible. She didn't have the heart to do it herself. And then...
It normally takes a few minutes to take the trash out, but it seemed to be taking me even longer. It had been fifteen minutes and I was still gone. My mom told my brother Gary to go and check to see what I was doing out there and it was he who had discovered that I was missing. First, my mom didn't worry much. She thought I went for a walk to clear my head after that horrible incident, but after two or three hours they started looking for me. My brother had to run around the whole neighborhood and he went to every place where he thought I could possibly be. My mother called my friends and their parents, but nobody had seen me or knew where I was. In the evening it was obvious that something terrible had happened. Everybody took part in the search – the police, neighbors, friends. My mom even called my dad and, of course, he rushed back home. My parents were in despair when they were finally informed that I was found in an area that was three miles away from our house. My mom said that when she saw me in the hospital, sitting on my bed, she immediately realized there was something completely wrong with me.
I also remember that meeting. I was trying to collect my thoughts and to bring my memories back. And then I saw a crying woman running up to me. She squeezed me in her arms and said my name so many times: 'Brie.' It was so confusing. I didn't feel anything. People, who were calling themselves 'my parents,' were absolutely unknown to me, which made them feel absolutely miserable. But, psychiatrists and neurologists gave us positive projections about my condition, though none of them could give us an exact answer – what could've happened?
I went back home and had to start over. I explored the house, my room, looked through my stuff, my pictures, and social networks. I read my chats with friends, trying to regain my memory, but it seemed like I was reading about another person's life. It was so strange to learn what kind of person I used to be and what interests and thoughts I used to have.
Time went on. And since my common knowledge and understanding of life in general hadn't suffered, doctors thought it would be good for me if I started attending school again. I was terrified, because I wasn't sure if I still knew my school curriculum, but they thought it could have a positive impact on my memory. Well... No such luck.
Everybody at school was aware of my story. It turned out I was kind of a local celebrity or something. This was a nightmare! I felt hundreds of eyes on me, every time I was walking down the hallways. Even though I could manage to solve mathematical equations, I couldn't remember the multiplication table or spelling! My classmates were whispering behind my back...
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