The return of Alberto Rossi (complete)

memories

Alberto POV 

     The next day Rodrigo asked my permission to contact my family let them know I am alive a part of me wants to wait. What if the people behind my attempted murder come to finish the job? Still I let him do the call I told him to tell them not to say a word of me being alive. Rodrigo returns from making the call “so?” I wanted to know how things went with my family. “I called the house and your brother Rafael he answered the phone. I explain your situation he said he would let your parents know and not to call the house again. He gave me his personal number to contact him with news.” I nodded that’s good, then the doctor came in she has been really strict about my treatments and the therapy. She calls it therapy but it’s not really I mean she asked the same questions all the time and when I give different answers to the same questions she says that it’s normal that my brain still need to heal. I don’t know how long this is going to be I mean I woke up about two days ago and all I remember is my first name, my father’s features I guess because I look similar to him. I dreamed of a girl but every time I try to remember her I get headaches. Maybe is because I’m desperate, desperate to know who I really am desperate to know where I came from, desperate to know who she is and why her. It doesn’t help that Rodrigo has told me stories of my family although I believe half of it every time he mentions the name of Adriana my heart ache. ‘Have I done something to this Adriana? Or is it that she means more to my heart than the memories I have lost?’ All I know for now is that no matter what I have to remember and I have to find who tried to killed me, because who ever is behind this will be dead soon. “What is the meaning of all this Alberto?” She asked pointing to her bruise wrists,  bruise throat,  red cheek. “you went crazy and attacked me the mother of your unborn child” no I couldn’t have I wouldn’t hurt her, she is expecting my child. Then I saw myself on my knees, “Adriana please don’t leave me please don’t I beg you don’t leave me.” The scenery changes and I am watching as she leaves with her luggage. Everything starts spinning a voice I think I recognize speaks. “She lost the pregnancy……SHE LOST THE PREGNANCY!!! It’s all your fault you did this!!” No please stop, I want the voice to stop but he keeps repeating it over and over again.

I woke up from my nightmare sweating I couldn’t understand was this a memory was this true? What kind of person hurts their love ones like that? Was I a monster who hurt this girl Adriana? Is this why hearing her name affects me? So many questions with no answers, I need to remember I need to, and I need to fix all my past mistakes. I don’t know what kind of women I was before but I know I will never hurt a women like that and the mother of my unborn child. Wait….. do I have a child or did she lost it? I shake my thoughts away I can’t think like that I don’t even know if any of this has true in it, it was just a nightmare. The days keep passing by my nightmares not leaving me, the doctors says it’s a good sign that I will have my memories back. But now I don’t think I want to, I don’t want to remember all this hurts. I saw a little blonde girl in one of the nightmares she disappears in my dream and then appears out of no where saying she died and that I have to remember her. The the same girl Adriana hunts my dreams as well, it starts as a good dream ending in a nightmare. I’m so frustrated, Rodrigo said he wanted to call my brother again but I asked him not to. I asked him to call once a month just so he can let everyone know I am still alive. I personally haven’t talk to anyone I don’t want to talk when I don’t even remember who they are. I feel trap in this four white walls but I guess this will have to be for now. “Are you feeling any better today sir?” Rodrigo asked, “I can’t sleep I have nightmares all the time I might go crazy soon if I continue like this.” “No sir please don’t say that, you are like every one else, you have bad and good memories, maybe you just have to remember the bad one first.” “I like the way you think Rodrigo but even if I remember the good memories I won’t forget the bad ones that hunt my dreams.” I said truthfully, he then didn’t say anything we stay silence until the doctor came. After all my therapy today I am tired I want to sleep but I don’t want to dream, the dreams bring memories, memories I don’t think I want to remember. I turn the small television that is in my room there are three girls in a swimming pool, an older guy is watching them he must be the father of the girls. Then my headache starts and that when I see her. She is wearing an orange swimsuit, she is the most beautiful girl I have even seen, then I notice something other guys come near to talk to her. I don’t want them near her but then flashes of someone else a little blond girl she is playing with another boy. I join them and, I know who she is, she is my sister. Days keep passing a remember things here and there but nothing seems to fit in date lines is as if I don’t remember the dates of the events. Doctor said is normal but I don’t seem to accept that I have been here for almost two weeks.