Never mind

Sasha lives in California and goes to California High School. She is a dreamer. Her imagination has no limits and she is madly in love with Tom, her best friend. But Tom is dating the pretiest girl in school, Tifany. Will Sasha step up and get what she wants, or will she stand back and say 'never mind'..?

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8. madness

"What? you must be wrong. Check it again." I say in a hurry. A couple of doctors are looking at me and whispering. I think they have caught me. "Hurry, please." The young girl looks at me and I can see she doesn't trust me, but either way, she decides to help me. "It is writen here that you had a car accident and you were brought here alone. Dear, you were driving the car." She says. What? I think I'm not understanding what she is saying. Maybe my brain still doesn't work perfectly.

Just then, the nurse-man from before grabs me gently from my arm and pulls me away from the registration office. "What is going on?" I ask him. He looks at me and says: "Nothing. Don't worry, you're probably under post-traumatic stress. You will be fine." He walks me to my room and makes me lay down. "Okay, I'm not crazy. I remember things now. I know it was Alana who was driving the car. My friend, Alana Dare, please, is she all right?" I ask him again. He writes something on a blank paper and then says: "It's all right. Everything is going to be just fine." And then leaves.

The headache still remains and now my head is pounding more than ever. Still, it feels better that I have remembered some stuff: Just when I was speaking to the girl on the register, it came back to me the image of Alana and I singing in her car. I close my eyes and another image comes to my mind: Alana shouting and that car crushing into us.

Then, if my memories are correct, Alana has to be injured or... dead. I don't want to even think about it, but if she were fine they would have told me. They wouldn't have kept it a secret. After a little while, the doctor comes in again.

"Sasha, you have to rest. You can't walk around now. Your body needs resting." She says as she checks some machines. The nurse-man is back again as he stands close to the door. "How the hell am I supposed to do that if you people won't tell me where my best friend is?" I scream pouring away some fresh tears. I hate to cry, and I have been trying to hold it back a long time now, but this is getting so over me. I just want to go home and be with Alana, my family and Tom.

"Okay. It is important that you listen to me very carefuly, okay?" She says. I nod as I wipe away the tears. "You were found in the driver's seat. There was not anybody else with you. You were alone." The first thing that pops into my mind is that she is lying. She has to be. I clearly remember Alana and I in her car, on our way to the party. But, why does this doctor and everyone around keep lying to me? The girl from the registration spot said I was the one driving the car too. What if they are right and I have gone mad?

"But... what about my memories?" I ask her confused. "You remembered something new?" She asks. "Yes! I was in the car, with my friend Alana, and she was driving us all the way to the party." I say sobbing. She hands me a tissue then. "Okay, it appears to be your imagination. Sometimes, after having an accident, victims develop some fake memories that they think are real. It is just a defense mechanism." She says.

I wipe away some more tears and ask her: "Then, where is her? and Tom? and my family?" She nods and says:" You...um...you are not in for any kind of visits right now. The first 24 hours after an accident are very important. You have to rest, and then, you will see everyone." After saying this, the doctor walks away, as she is being followed by the nurse man, who doesn't give me the best vibes. I don't know what is going on here, but I know one thing for sure: I was with Alana in the car, and these people are lying to me. Now I have to find out why.

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