Chapter's Glossary
(in order of appearance. Don't mind if when reading you don't understand. Bear in mind the spoilers)

In Spanish: where... who... it hurts.
In Spanish: What happened? Where am I?
In Spanish: Yes. Everything hurts, even breathing.
In Spanish: You don't understand me?
In Spanish: the what?
In Spanish: I can't remember... I try but I can't
In Spanish: why can't I speak in English?
In Spanish: My name... I can't remember... why can't I remember?!

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          Light doesn't come soon enough, and at first it escapes me. I can hear, I can feel again, but I can't see a thing. There's a constant beep echoing around me and the smell of cleaning products, a sterilised room. Soon, more sound comes to me, a cacophony that makes my head pound. People talking, machines buzzing, footsteps, wheels scratching the floor.

I try to block all the sound and focus on my body that doesn't feel like my own. I try moving it, opening my eyes at the very least, but nothing responds like it should, so I start struggling, attempting to getting out of this stupor, yet the harder I try, the more desperate I grow. My throat is dry and my tongue weighs too much, I can't even lift it to touch the hard palate. I try moving my fingers but it feels like they have gone numb, so I try calling for help, but it doesn't work.

What's going on? I ask myself, wanting to cry because I feel trapped.

If you face the end of the road, close your eyes, take a deep breath and look again. Find another way to keep going or just turn back. It's never really the end, I can hear in my head, a memory perhaps, but I can't place it. I don't know who said it, or when it happened, I don't even know it's just my conscience trying to keep me from freaking out.

Regardless, I do take a deep breath, and then another and try again. My fingers clumsily respond, and as they do, pain comes like millions of needles through my flesh. I groan in agony, although the sound I make echoes worse than it should, yet it alerts people.

"Oh dear, you're awake!" someone says, a feminine voice. "Love, can you hear me?"

I only mumble, my throat is still too dry. I try opening my eyes next and the lids lift, but it's too bright and the lights hurts me, so I close them again, hissing as more pain attacks me. I take another breath but even that hurts. It's as if I've been run over or something.

I open my eyes again, slowly and carefully, letting the light coming in and I can finally see the person leaning forward, almost hovering over me. She's an old woman, her hair white and short, her skin with many wrinkles, her eyelids seem too heavy, trying to hide her green eyes that still look at me with kindness and worry, also happiness.

"A nurse is coming, I'm sure you must feel uncomfortable and in pain. Don't worry, love."

"Donde... quién... me duele..." I mumble, not making any sense, that is clear by the way the lady looks at me with a confused expression.

"You don't speak English? Can you understand me?" I barely nod my head, I do understand her, but it seems she doesn't understand me.

"¿Qué pasó? ¿Dónde estoy?" I ask next, with a lot of difficulty, my throat hurts and my tongue is clumsy., but my sentences are complete and coherent.

"What?" She still doesn't understand what I'm saying, she looks even more confused.

Before I can ask her again to tell me what happened and where I am, someone joins her, a nurse, so that answers my second question: I'm in a hospital. How and when did I end up here? I try to look back, but there's nothing.

Another lady comes with the nurse, wearing just a white coat over her normal clothes, looking more like a doctor. "Miss," she says. "You're finally awake. Stay put, you'll be help to sit a bit straighter. Are you in too much pain?"

"Sí. Me duele todo, incluso respirar," I answer, but the doctor looks at me the same way the other lady did.

"Excuse me? Don't you speak English?"

"Uh?" Am I not speaking the same language as them? But I understand them perfectly. "¿Usted no me entiende?"

"I think she's speaking Spanish. Miss, do you understand what I'm saying or do we need to look for someone that speaks Spanish?" I nod my head, trying to tell her I do understand her, even if she can't understand me. I stare at her with big eyes, feeling the panic coming to me, scaring me for what's happening. "Okay, that's good. Spanish must be your first language. Just relax, you haven't forgotten English if you can understand it, you're just coming out from the coma after the big accident."

"¿El qué?"

"You had an accident. This lady was driving when you came out of nowhere and ran you over. She's been with you all this time."

"I'm so sorry, love. I didn't see you," the lady apologises, looking utterly remorseful. "I'm just so glad you're awake now. I've been so scared for you."

"Do you remember the accident?" The doctor keeps asking as the nurse bends the bed for me to be in a more sitting position, I can see her going over the machines, checking all my vitals. The doctor also carefully follows the nurse with her eyes, but she mostly focuses on me. She takes a small torch from her chest pocket and aims it to my eyes. "Please, follow the light."

I do as told as I say, "No me acuerdo... Trato, pero nada." She just nods. I don't think she's understanding me if I'm speaking Spanish. "¿Por qué no puedo hablar en inglés?" I ask next.

"Are you asking why you can't speak English even if you understand?" I nod my head. She probably gets a few words. "Don't worry, it can happen after an accident of this kind. It's temporary, it's because your brain is still in a haze." She smiles kindly at me, her brown eyes reassuring. I believe her, even if I don't understand what's going on. "Can you tell me your name? You've been here three days but you didn't carry any ID with you."

I open my mouth to answer, naturally, but nothing comes out. My head is blank, I can't grasp anything. I try to think of my name, but it's empty. There's no memory of it and when I realise that I take a sharp intake of air that hurts me all over again, making me groan, but that is nothing compared to the alarms in my head.

I can't remember my name. I can't recall anything, now that I try. If I think back, there's nothing.

"Mi nombre... no me acuerdo... ¿¡por qué no me acuerdo!?" I raise my voice, as if the doctor could tell me why I can't remember. She probably can, right? She's a doctor.

"Okay, calm down. First of all, don't panic if you can't remember. You just woke up, you can't even answer in English."

"NO ME ACUERDO!" I shout, the worst thing I could've done, the effort is too much for me and for a second everything turns blurry, the world starts to spin. I try to hold on to anything, the first thing that comes in my reach, which is a hand. "No me acuerdo. Mi nombre... no me acuerdo," I whine, pitifully, feeling tears in my eyes. "No me acuerdo..."

"Calm down. This is temporary, you didn't suffer any brain damage that could lead to a case of amnesia. You need to relax and everything will come to you. Breathe in, and out."

I start shaking my head, refusing to calm down. The fact I can't remember my name, or age, or anything at all is terrifying. I feel I've lost everything, the most essential thing has been taken away from me. I don't even know who I am, how can I not panic?

I start hyperventilating, clasping the hand I'm holding with everything I have, trying to fight the world spinning under my weight. I feel hands on my shoulders, but I start shaking, trying to shove them off. These hands won't bring my name back, or my memories, and I'm too scared.

"Miss, please, calm down!" the doctor shouts, but unless she can tell me who I am, I can't calm down.

The machines start beeping louder, faster, as I struggle even more. The doctor commands something else but now I can't even understand that, my body feels heavier, sleepy. I lose strength, to the point I can't even hold myself, I sink in the bed, breathing slowly, fighting to keep my eyes open but it's hopeless.

It's all black.

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When the light comes again my body reacts better, it's not that hard and I even open my eyes carefully this time. I take a sharp breath when I remember what happened before, the scene with the doctor and the fact I can't remember my name. I close my eyes again, fighting harder to remember. My name has to be there, somewhere in my head. I just have to reach it. For some reason, it's escaping me, but it's not gone. It can't be gone.

Snow...white... it has something to do with that, I feel it, but I can't grasp it yet.

"Blancanieves... como Blancanieves... blanca..." I mumble and when I say it out loud it clicks. "Blanca!" I raise my voice, coughing for the sudden action that hurts my throat. No one had noticed I was awake again, but my voice has startled the lady from before who comes rushing to my side. "My names is Blanca!" I say again, a big smile on my lips. My name isn't gone, I caught it.

"Oh, that's a wonderful name. And you're speaking English this time!"

"Sí! I mean, yes, it's working now." I can't believe how relieved I am. I can't remember more, but I have my name, and that's something.

"I'm Clarisse. The nurse is on her way, it'll be okay." I smile at her, even if it hurts me a bit.

Once the relief sinks in, the pain has time to shine again, telling me in how many places I'm hurting. For the first time since I woke up, I take a look at myself. My right arm is in a cast, like down my left knee. If I take a deep breath my ribs hurt, besides, all my torso is wrapped in bandages, which means I must've broken some ribs, too.

"Miss," another voice calls, and when I focus on her I recognise the doctor from before. I smile widely.

"My name is Blanca!" I tell her, proud that I can say that in the language they speak.

"See? Don't worry, it'll continue like that now that your brain is properly working again. You were in a coma for two days and it's been less than twenty-four hours since you woke up from that. It's just normal your brain is adjusting. How is your body? Too much pain? You had to go under emergency surgery so be careful when moving," she informs me and I nod, listening carefully. "You had internal bleeding and we had to act fast even without consent. You have four broken ribs, your right radius and left tibia, hence why you're in cast. We've bene monitoring your healing in case of infection. Thankfully, everything is going well."

"Is Clarisse the only one here?" I ask her.

"Yes. As you didn't have any contact information or ID with you, we haven't been able to call your family. You need to provide us with your contact information. I know you can't remember right now, but just as you got your name, try to remember so we can contact them."

"What if I can't remember?" I ask, scared of that possibility.

"Then we'd have a problem, but don't worry, you'll remember." She smiles encouragingly. "Don't be scared. You're most likely blocking memories out of the trauma, so if you need help, let us know."

"Are you sure I can remember?"

"Absolutely, Miss Blanca. Just like you just remembered your name. Nothing is gone, it's just behind a closed door. Open it and you'll remember. We'll be waiting. Now, you'll come with us. We have some tests to run to make sure everything is going well."

I nod, although I still feel scared. But I need to be brave, I need to remember. I surely have a family and they must be worried. I can't make them wait longer. If there's more reason to be scared than just not being able to remember, something that's blocking me, I need to get over it. I need to remember.

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I never thought I would write an amnesia scene... ._. but it's temporal, of course. I can't endure making that the plotline. Ew.  Anyhow, do you really think it was Dean behind the accident or was it really an accident? We'll find out eventually.

The multimedia you saw on the previous chapter? That's a new feature Wattpad is working on and that some of us are testing. Do you like it? I'll keep using it to make the book more real.

Dedication to LostinFantasy13 

Bel, xx

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