10-Year-Old Wife

"I'm sorry for I couldn't find myself regretting anything I had ever done, but how could I ever regret when having you close to me is my greatest joy." - Gai Clarkson

I couldn't remember the last time I spoke to someone else other than my family. I also had forgotten the joy of meeting my friends in school, most probably for I didn't have one.

Yet one day, as I barely realized I was actually asleep, I remembered that once, when everybody else ignored me for who I was; he came up to me, telling me that he was a friend.

That boy called Gai, he sat behind me in class, but we never talk much. Strangely enough, that boy who I never thought was close enough to be call a friend, actually happily admitted that he was my friend.

He was the last person I remembered talking to as I regained my consciousness, my head was foggy and I scarcely recognized my surroundings as a hospital room full of strange machine.

Laid hopelessly on the bed, I tried to raise my hand to give my aching head a good massage only to be held down by a strange wire on the back of my palm.

The needle connected to the wire stabbed into my skin, forcing a slight screech to come out of my dried lips. A tiny bud of tears formed under my eyes as the pain annoyed me greatly.

But instantly after a few seconds of whining, I grew completely silence.

With my eyes fixed on my left arm, I was overwhelmed by the utter unfamiliarity. The slender white hands connected to my body were supposedly belonged to me but it was slightly larger than what I was used to.

Sweat began to form on my forehead as I examined my arms with my heart pounded against my chest. And before long, realization hit me.

Not only did my hands grew larger and even longer, even my legs were no longer the short legs that I used to hate.

The body that was supposed to be mine doesn't feel like it belonged to me. With my mouth hung opened, I was about to shout in terror but was forced to a halt when the door to my hospital room suddenly burst ajar.

Stood in front of me was a tall man in a grey suit. His eyes solely fixed on me the very moment he pushed open the door but he made no attempt to walk closer to my side.

Frowning, he quietly talked to the people who followed in behind him.

It was obvious that he somehow was irritated right upon seeing me and yet he seemed to vent the anger to those people wearing white long coats. They were a group of doctors that seemed to cower away when faced with the tall man.

Not knowing how to react to the unusual situation, I tried to slowly sit up on the bed which also causes me to freeze in the next few seconds.

A lock of ash colored hair filled my line of sight and I watched them, completely stunned.

Touching the long hair furiously, I noticed that even my bobbed-cut hair had grew longer to the point of reaching my waist.

I was not fond of long hair and why, why was my hair suddenly grew longer? Was it even possible in the first place?

"Mimi? This is great! You're awake..." Out of nowhere a gentle feminine voice called out for me.

When I looked up, my eyes were met with a familiar kind face which instantly made the tears I held started to slide down my cheeks.

Though her appearance was entirely different, I knew for sure that the gentle voice could only belong to my sister, Yuna.

Seeing I suddenly started to cry, the people present there was so shocked that they stood still like a statue.

Even the furious tall man who was scolding the doctors went wholly silent as he watched me crying my eyes out. His jaw tighten as he went completely rigid.

"Mimi's condition has improves fairly better but apparently, her memories is in a mess. I'm afraid that I have to say, Mimi can only remember things up until she was ten. This condition could be regards as amnesia."

Yuna stood beside me as I looked upon myself in the body length mirror, still couldn't believe the sight I hold. She was talking to the cold looking man, explaining things as my doctor.

It turned out that my older sister had successfully become a doctor. But as far as I could remember, she was still in a boarding school and often time would just brag about how she would become a doctor.

I had a body of a fully grown woman - though I was a lot shorter than even my sister - with my ash colored hair grew so much longer than the length I usually had.

Though I could still see my old self mingling with the unfamiliar image, my face had changed so much that I had a hard time processing things in my head. Sighing, I stared deeply into the face inside the mirror.

I kept staring and staring as time passed by with no one tried to break the silence my condition had caused.

At first I was only looking through the right and left side and even the back of my body. But eventually, I started pouting, and without a care for the world, I cried and whined like a child.

"Mi-Mimi calm down. It's alright. Don't panic." Yuna pulled me into her embrace to ease me down but somehow it only made me cried louder.

I mean, I was basically a ten-year-old kid in a body of a twenty-two-year-old woman!

I didn't remember growing tall, I didn't remember going through high school and I certainly didn't remember how I ended up like this. Everything...everything was just in a mess.

"Mr. Clarkson, I think, we really need to talk." Yuna suddenly called for the person who stood silently by the window as he watched the messy me crying so miserably.

With a deep frown, he quietly walked out of the room, hurriedly followed by my sister.

After a few more soothing words from Yuna, I then was left alone, sitting on the bed with my head tilted up high to look at the white ceiling above me.

My head was blank as I tried to look for any remaining memories of the latest event in my life but to no avail, not a single image of my current life did come back.

The last thing that I seemed to remember was...that boy, that Gai, did we became friends? They said I was already twenty-two, so for all these years, did we became close somehow?

Or, did that time when he willingly talked to me, was only a one time moment? And, what happened to me that I ended up like this?

Why couldn't I remember?

I needed to remember.

But was it true that years had already past?

I couldn't remember even as I forced myself to try harder and squeezed out the buried memories that I thought might be somewhere hidden in my head.

I only managed to gain some annoying pain in my head though, as I tried to make them work too much apparently which resulted to me crying again.

The room suddenly felt huge with me alone on the bed, as the depth of my heart crept with the coldness of a loner. In my life, I had never felt so vulnerable, so alone...and so empty.

Why did things became this way? Why?