Jan 20, 2022

Mawazo Writing Africa

Writing about the main

SHORT STORY: It’s not worth remembering

Jenna could hear voices far away. They sounded muffled, as if she were underwater, and even though she tried, she couldn’t call them, move, or do anything at all. She floated, floating in time, half panicked, half calm, completely catatonic. The voices blurred, faded in and out, and the snippets she caught didn’t make sense to her.

“Call me if something changes …”

“It’s been days, but …”

Jenna was curious. This place she was was too bleak, too lonely. Though the weight of her tongue and the thickness of her throat seemed insurmountable, she asked herself a question and tried to reach over the abyss to the speaker.

“Doctor! I heard …”

“Shh! I have it also heard. “

Then:” Miss? Can you hear us? “

Jenna’s heart began to pound. You heard her, didn’t you? You were talking to her!

She forced her mouth to form words, her mind racing to put a coherent sentence together, but she still felt like she was miles underwater – sluggish and dull. < / p>

“Where, who …” she interrupted when she suddenly felt someone grab her arm. The feeling numbed her, she wasn’t under water! She was here with whoever she was She took a sharp breath.

“Doc, your heartbeat is racing!”

Jenna forced her eyes open and stared into two blurry faces staring down at her, one with a stethoscope around his neck and narrow glasses balanced on his broad nose; the other held a large needle, her face contorted with worry that slowly turned into astonishment.

“You are awake!” said the needle bearer and gently lowered the object back onto a silver tray.

“You are awake,” agreed the stethoscope wearer and rubbed his own with stubble b covered jaw as he stared at her.

“Do you know who you are?” he asked as he carefully cast a small light into each of her eyes, then turned to hear a beeping signal Machine to stare next to him.

“Jenna,” she replied.

Her voice was hoarse, her throat itched, “I’m …” she stopped abruptly, a tightness filled her chest with irregular beeps from the machine.

She was Jenna, she knew so much, but what about everything else?

“Jenna,” said the stethoscope wearer, ” calm down. ”

He waved the needle carrier away as she leaned forward, needle in hand again.

” Breathe slowly, “said the doctor when he gave her this cold stethoscope placed on his chest. “Short-term amnesia can happen when trauma has occurred.”

He glanced at the nurse and mumbled, “The light sedative.”

Then he turned back to Jenna.

“It will help you n, keep calm, okay? Give him time. Something will activate your memory. “

He patted her hand gently, turned and left when the nurse put a thin needle into Jenna’s arm. She felt like she was in a loo and her worries seemed far away.

The sun painted the sky a fiery orange tinged with red and pink streaks. Jenna had stared at it with glassy eyes, watching the dramatic changes as it set in. < / p>

“Jenna,” said the doctor, wrapping his stethoscope in his bony hands. “We have good news,” he said as he stepped aside to let a beefy stranger through. “He’s your man! He has the papers to prove it! ”The doctor tried to bow his voice in glee when Jenna’s flat eyes met his.

Jenna turned to the fat stranger, his face hard with sharp lines, a mouth curled in obvious worry, and a raised brow e. His eyes flashed with emotion, although she couldn’t exactly say what feeling it was.

He stood still at the foot of her bed, an embarrassing silence filled the air as she continued to stare at him. She thought that if this was actually her husband, he should do more than just stand there.

Then he took a careful step forward and Jenna saw a faint scar zigzagging from his left ear to his pulled jaw and alarm bells flooded her mind. Her memory rushed back in terrible clips; and when recognition flashed in her eyes, the stranger jumped forward and wrapped his hands around her neck.

“What the …” the doctor gawked for a minute, then turned on his heels and ran out .

Jenna stuttered, struggled, clawed and kicked out. Now she remembered. He was her husband, but they were embroiled in a terrible divorce that worked out in their favor.

She grunted as she felt the blood slow in her veins and small spots appear in her eyes, When her vision became cloudy and in those moments Jenna felt angry. After years of abuse, she did not go down without a fight. She kicked hard and hit him in the stomach so hard that he pulled her together as he fell back and lost his footing.

“Get him!” said the doctor who had returned, panting heavily, with security in tow.

Jenna watched from her window on the fifth floor as he was being squeezed into a police car in the parking lot and gently massaged her throat. She wouldn’t try too hard to remember everything she’d decided, she could use some new memories.