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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3: Waking up! Memory!?

"Uurrrggghhhh~!"

Fu*ck its painful!

I can't feel a few parts of my body! What the hell just happened to me!? Did I get squashed from a truck or something?

I want to open my eyes, but why the fu*ck does it feels so difficult? My eyebrows feel like they are weighing tons.

"Urrrgghhhhh~!"

It was extremely painful, it feels like every part of my body is stiff, just like I was clad in cement, or some steel box.

I can't fu*cking move my hands, my eyes, or even my fu*cking fingers!

What the hell if going on!?

Where am I!?

But most importantly who the fu*ck am I!?

I don't remember a thing, I can't even remember what I was doing yesterday! I don't even remember what I ate the last time.

What the hell is going on!?

Unable to bear whatever the hell was going on around me I couldn't help but get anxious and panic, wanting to move but not being able to fu*cking move.

'Agghhhh~! Fu*ck~! Just move you damned eyelids, you damned fu*cking finger!'

Unfortunately it seemed like there was no one who could hear the hopeless and painful screams of someone like me.

I feel so fu*cking alone!

Am I destined to stay like this for the rest of my life!? Then why the hell do I even need to keep living!? Wouldn't it be better for me just to die!?

"He… He is… He is awake!"

"What!?"

"My son is awake! Someone call the doctor! He is awake husband!"

Just as I was giving up on my life at that moment, I heard two voices filled with extreme pain, hope, and emotions scream out and destroy the dark clouds in my head.

I didn't recognize them!

I had no idea who they were, but for some odd reason I couldn't help but feel that it would be worth suffering in eternity just to make them happy.

After that, the doctor came through most probably because I could feel my eyelid being forced open and a light being pointed at my eyes, but I was still unable to speak.

The doctor seemed like a generic bald middle aged man, whose whole concentration was on me and my movements.

No matter how professional and concentrated on his job he tried to be, he still seemed unable to hide a trace of astonishment as he saw me answer his tries by moving my eyes, and eyelids.

"This is a fu*cking miracle! I can't believe that he actually managed to wake up, and so fast at that! This kid is either blessed from heaven or punished from hell!"

He said those words in a really low voice, but since his nose was basically touching mine due to his astonishment, I couldn't help but hear them as well.

From his words I got important information regarding my situation, but that still didn't answer the most important question in my head.

Who the fu*ck was I!?

"E… can you hear me, E…!? If you hear me move your eyes to the right!"

The doctor seemed to recompose himself the next moment, as he started asking me questions.

Fortunately he asked me for a simple method of confirmation, otherwise I don't know what I would have done.

Wishing to show that I could understand him, but also gather a bit more information about myself as well, I did as I was told.

"Do you recognize them!? Do you recognize your parents!? Swipe your eyes to the right once again if you are able to!"

Finally another bit of important information, the owners of the two voices that gave me the strength to hold onto myself were just as I suspected my parents.

Unfortunately, no matter how unfilial this situation was, I couldn't recognize the two of them. I couldn't even remember their names, or what they fully looked like.

For that reason, even though it was crushing my heart, I couldn't help but swipe my eyes to the left, much to the disappointment of the couple.

"What does this mean!? No, don't tell me, no! Aagghhhhh~!"

Seeing my actions, those two rays of light seemed to have understood something, but they were unable to accept it, so my 'mother' immediately started refusing the fact and lost conscience.

This was the first time that I saw her act like that, normally it would be my father who wouldn't be able to handle these situations and fall down!

This is even fucking weirder!

'How the fuck am I able to remember such a useless piece of information but I am not able to remember anything else about them!?

What the fu*ck has happened to me!?'

"Take her to another room, have the nurses have a look at her! I will deal with the situation in here!"

The doctor seemed to immediately take control of the situation and give the appropriate orders, before he turned back again towards me asking me more questions.

To his and my disappointment, all my answers were negative. My brain seemed to be just like a blank piece of paper, there was nothing written in the past, everything was wiped out.

After 10 minutes of questions, the doctor seemed to have gained an understanding of the situation, and after ordering the nurses to give me a few injections left the room.

Once he was gone everything became extremely quiet once again, the nurses seemed to have complex thoughts about the whole situation as well.

They didn't know what to say and do in fear that they would cause me more trauma that I already was.

Even though I was unable to even move a muscle of my face, I could tell that my face was nothing good to look at.

I tried to remember, I tried a lot to remember as much as I could! I tried to remember, at least their names, but I was unable to have any achievements.

It was only the next day that my mother came to my room one more time. She looked extremely tired, and extremely weak, but she still tried her best to put a smile on her face.

She still tried with every fiber of her being to come to the room of her son, that wasn't able to even recognize her for who she was and take care of every need I could have.

These little time that I had been inside that hospital room I had been able to gather bits and parts of information.

Apparently I had jumped of a dozen floor building terrace because I had decided to kill myself. For some odd luck and reason, I had fallen into a garbage bin.

My head was supposed to be completely smashed from the impact of the fall, and yet for some reason I had been able to survive.

As if that wasn't sufficient, my body didn't have as much damage as one would have from such a fall.

One would think that an angel managed to save me from there, because normally now I should have been nothing more than sauce right now.

I don't know whether it was god that saved me, or whether it was hell that didn't want to take me in, but I was still alive.

Nobody told me anything about the reason why I had gone to that place to suicide though. No one even mentioned it to me.

I had learned a bit more about my parents as well, I had managed to find out their names, my name as well, but I was unable to even voice out a word.

I couldn't even thank my mother, who was taking care of me like a newborn baby. I was just like a vegetable, probably never to be able to stand up again.

At least that was what I thought that day, because not even one month later, my body seemed to have weirdly healed up completely and I was able to stand up, walk, and talk.

Even though my talks were quite weird at this moment, especially with people around me that I didn't recognize at all, but I was able to talk.

Despite my mother's attempts to keep the story hidden from me, someone from my relatives wasn't able to keep her mouth closed, and she blurted everything out.

Apparently, not long ago I had lost my wife and child into a terrible car accident. Even though it wasn't my fault I had taken the fault to myself and started to destroy my life.

The days that I wouldn't be waking up close to a garbage bin were almost inexistent after that, and even more so the nights that I would be home.

It seemed like my pain had been so unbearable that my last course of action brought me into this hospital bed, and even then I hadn't died.

Learning about that made me feel like my heart had been smashed entirely, and the world got black for a few moments, but weirdly I managed to still keep myself up.

After seeing my mother's tender and great care during these hospital days, I wasn't able to even think of doing something like that ever again.

Still, despite being told all that, I wasn't able to remember even a small piece of information myself, I wasn't able to look at this whole story as my very own story…