YOUR POV

Slowly, I opened my eyes. Huh? What happened? Where am I? I looked around. I'm lying on a bed. My mother's sleeping on the sofa beside my bed. What's this? A dextrose ? Why do I have this? Suddenly, my mother woke up. "Thank God, you're finally awake! Wait, I'll just call the doctor", my mother said happily as she went outside to call a doctor. Wait...a doctor? Am I in a hospital? But why? I can't remember anything that happened before this. A few minutes later, the doctor, with my mother, came in. He checked my condition. "She's fine now. Just call me again if there's something wrong with her or if there's something you wanna ask regarding her condition", said the doctor before he left.

"Mom", that's the first word I said since I woke up.

"Do you need something, my daughter?" asked my mom.

"Nothing", I replied. "But... I'll just ask you something...uhm...what happened?"

"Oh...maybe your mind is not yet ready to remember those complicated things that made you to be in this condition", mu mom said.

"What is it mom? Please tell me what happened", I urged my mom to tell me what exactly had happened. I don't want to get confused.

"Ok...ok...you...got hit by a vehicle yesterday"

What? I got hit by a vehicle?! And it was just yesterday?! But how?! Why?! I can't remember anything that happened...YESTERDAY!!! I'm really shocked of what I heard from my mother. After that, I didn't ask for the additional details about the accident. I realized that I'm not ready to hear about that.

A few hours later, after I took a rest again, a group of people came. They looked like having the same age as mine. Six of them are girls, and the other six are boys. They smiled at me. Two of the boys are carrying baskets that are full of fruits and a card having a “Get Well Soon” in front of it.

“How are you?” one of the girls asked.

I just stared at them. Who are they? Why did they know me?

“Hey  Aya! Speak up!” one of the boys gladly said. “You’ve been so quiet these past few days before you had the accident. I miss you for being a talkative and a cheerful person”, then his happiness was replaced by sadness.

Then one of the girls came near me and hugged me. “Aya”, she said as tears fall down from her face. “Thank God you’re safe”.

What the hell is happening? Why are they like that? I don’t even know them!

“Uhm...Excuse me...but...I didn’t even know who you are. Why are you like that to me? Who are you?”, I asked them, very confused.

All of them became speechless now. Then, my mother came. “Mom, who are they? They just entered my room and start hugging me”, I’m still confused.

Worried, my mother answered, “They’re you’re friends. You are a Kpop Cover Group for Super Junior. Don’t you remember them?”

“What ?! Friends?! Kpop Cover Group?! Super Junior?! What is it all about?! I can’t remember anything!” I panicked.

My mom hurriedly called the doctor to calm me down. After what happened, they already knew why I’m like that. I have amnesia. Retrograde amnesia, the loss of pre-existing memories to conscious recollection, beyond an ordinary degree of forgetfulness. The person may be able to memorize new things that occur after the onset of amnesia , but is unable to recall some or all of their life or identity prior to the onset. Now I know. *sigh* That’s why I only knew my family, not my friends, nor my other loved ones. Why did it happen to me? Why did I have to lose some of the good memories with my friends? Will I ever get those back? Now, I have to start a new life. I have to start making good memories again.