Prologue
Everything seems so foggy…
Although I am awake it feels as if I am still in a state of comatose. My memories are slowly returning but the things that I am remembering do not seem to be helping me whatsoever. They say that when life gives you lemons you make lemonade, but life has only given me limes, what could I do with those, honestly.
Three months ago I had woken up on a hospital bed. Three months ago I woke up with no recollection of how I got there nor who I was. Three months ago I woke up from a coma of nine months. In all the months I have been awake I have come to know that I was such a… bitch. No other word for it, I was a huge bitch with no regard for those around me nor those that I had hurt.
The worst thing about waking up was all the people that knew me but I had not one single clue as to who they were. Nothing really jogged my memory when looking at them. They – my memories – only started coming back after I saw her. It was in the beginning of my second month of being awake.
Her name was Celine…
