Surprisingly, enough to even shock the doctor and everyone else at the hospital, the lost case that I was supposed to be managed to recover fully in less than 2 weeks.
Well, even when I say fully recovered, I mean that I am now able to function properly as a human being by myself, without needing someone to take me to the bathroom or wipe my ass.
Because the signs of what I had gone through were still more than visible on my face, skin, and body.
All sorts of scratches, marks, cuts, and bruises were left on my body, but at least I was able to stand up and move around.
My case had caused quite an uproar outside, people were clamoring about how I was still alive, or how was I able to even stand at that moment.
But there is a really factious expression in my country, they say that even the biggest miracle would only last three days at most.
It was impossible for my case to be different, most of the people outside didn't know me and didn't even care about my existence they had much more important political issues to think about.
From young to old, our people loved to deal with political matters, not really get into politics and do something about the country, but just gossip about it just like foreigners gossiped about their famous stars.
I am getting a bit out of topic with this, but the main point is that no matter what happened to me the rest of the country didn't really care about it.
On the day of my discharge from the hospital, the doctor did a full check-up body analysis one more time.
In fact, this time he even paid for everything, just to satisfy his curiosity and ensure I had fully recovered.
I didn't really care for the result of all those tests, I can feel that my body is fully recovered now. I can tell that most probably I had never been this good.
Well, those marks left on my body certainly destroyed my dashing looks, as a blonde and blue-eyed Caucasian male at 1.85 meters, but I don't really care about that right now.
What I do care though is that despite being told that I had lived in this house for more than a decade, I still couldn't remember a thing.
My memory still remained like a blank sheet of paper.
I could see the hope and attention in my parent's eyes whenever they introduced a neighbor, an object, or a part of the house to me, but unfortunately, I couldn't remember shit.
It's painful for me to watch them like that as well, but there is nothing I can do about it. Even if I try to fool them into thinking that I remember something, I know I will dig my own grave in the next step.
For that reason, I felt that it was for the best to be fully honest with them, and slowly build up and repair our relationship slowly.
At this moment, they are the only people in the world for whom I can feel that I truly care and wouldn't harm me.
I don't know how I can understand that it's just a gut feeling let's say, but it's better to have something than nothing.
…
Today is the first morning that I woke up in this house after returning from the hospital and starting my life anew.
Yesterday night I made sure to have a look online about what had happened with me, and what brought me to that condition.
But no matter how much I researched, I could never come up with a logical explanation of what had actually happened.
All I could tell was that I really loved those two angels, and it didn't seem far-fetched that I truly had tried suicide due to pain.
With those thoughts in mind, I got up from my bed and walked into the kitchen where my mother was making breakfast.
I could tell that she had lost a lot of weight recently, her cheeks seemed to have ceased existing and her bones were showing, but that face still looked at me full of worry and tenderness.
She was clearly a bit startled upon seeing me, but she quickly recomposed herself as she said with a warm voice,
"Sit down hun, the breakfast is ready! Your friends are waiting outside for you to go with them for a coffee or walk!
It doesn't do you good to stay cooped up inside all day!"
Even though she was afraid of what might happen once I recovered my memory she was still trying her best to help me remember and resolve the puzzle that was my life.
With that said she immediately stood up making her way towards the stove to bring me everything warm.
Unable to control myself, I followed behind her, and immediately threw my arms around her neck, saying with a hoarse voice,
"Mo-mom I know this is difficult for you, but you don't have to worry! I will do my best to live my life as best as I can from here on, and I won't ever think of dying ever again!
Don't worry, I have no intention of doing something that stupid ever again!"
The moment that she heard my words I could feel my mother's body tremble, as a small tear also trickled down her cheek, as she said in a weak voice,
"I know, I know that you won't son! You are my son after all, and I am sure that you have learned your lesson, even though in a really painful way!
Just don't forget, the same way that you were ready to die for your child, the same way I am ready to die for you my son!"
I was shocked for a moment hearing those words, but I managed to control myself and my tears that were ready to pour down like rain at that moment.
"Well enough of this now, get on the table and eat! Your friends are waiting for you!"
Despite all this, she was the first to recompose herself and then immediately push me away and put my breakfast on the table, as I could only steel myself and start eating.
No more words were said after that, I just ate my breakfast and immediately got outside, as my 'friends' were waiting for me.
I had to say it is one hell of an awkward meeting, not knowing who I was facing and what would we usually talk about.
"Well, let us not waste our time here and go for a cup of coffee! We have a lot of beauties to hit on for today!"
Good thing that this guy was easygoing and we started talking about irrelevant topics in a moment. Even though it was completely out of nowhere it looked like we had a lot in common.
Most of our topics included beauties, but at least we had something to talk about. I have to admit these topics were a bit weird for me, knowing that I was a married man with a child not long ago.
Still, I managed to adapt to the situation and we sat on a small bar on the shore. My city, the beautiful city I was raised was a miracle of nature with a seashore line the whole way through.
Drinking coffee while admiring the waves and thinking about my new life was certainly not a bad thing. It wasn't anything good either, but at least it wasn't bad.
One thing that disappointed me though was the fact that after the first cup of coffee, there would be a second, a third, a fourth, and then finally returning home.
…
Just like that, after the first day came a second, and after the second day came a third. Every day was the same for me, every day of this passing year was exactly the same.
I would wake up in the morning, eat my breakfast, and then go horsing around the bars with my friends, before getting back home.
At some point, during this time I wanted to start a job or something, but my parents and my sister, yes it seems like I had a little sister who was studying medicine as well, they didn't let me do it.
We agreed that I wouldn't seek a job at least for a year, and slowly I was getting to the end of the period and I was going to start and look for a job.
Of course, I wouldn't look for anything fancy, but it looked like I had a degree in mathematics, and even though I had lost my memory I was still quite good at that.
As I was contemplating these thoughts of mine, my eyes unconsciously wandered towards a beauty dressed in exposing red outfit that was drinking on the table with a cow-licked young man.
What I mean by this, is that his hair was so straight and thrown to the side that it looked like a cow had liked his hair and they were frozen like that.
But the next moment happened something that the current me had completely forgotten that it might happen…