“Hello, my name is Willow.” Well, that’s what they said her name is. Willow is what they’ve been calling her since she can remember, and even before that.
She gets flashes of the past, bits of memory just to confuse and scare her more. The first one happened in the shower. She was washing her long black hair when she remembered a face.
It hurt her, the face. She didn’t know it, or why she fell to her knees and started sobbing. Willow couldn’t grasp why this face taunted her. He was a young man, early twenties maybe. He had beautiful pale blue eyes and a young babyish face.
Willow didn’t want to think he was cute. He tortured her thoughts for Christ’s sake! He had tainted her memories.
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In the hospital, there was always a pretty woman with long black hair sitting by Willow’s bed. She wanted to ask what the woman was doing there but was always to tired.
At first, she couldn’t move anything. All of Willow’s body parts felt so heavy, she was too weak.
The woman stayed with her. She didn’t speak much. When the doctors came in to check on Willow, the woman would simply nod at anything they said. She took Willow’s hand in her own when ever she could.
The woman reminded Willow of an angel. She was so beautiful and brave. She stood up to anyone who tried to see Willow. One came back every day. It was a boy, Willow knew that much.
A doctor came in then, checking up one Willow’s monitors and IVs.
The angel spoke, “Why isn’t she waking up?” She seemed so frustrated. Willow wanted to comfort her, she shouldn’t be so distressed.
The doctor sighed. “Her body has gone through a tremendous amount of stress in such a short amount of time. Her mind needs time to heal. She lost a lot of blood from her wound too.”
The angel scoffed, “Which one?”
The angel started crying after she spoke. It didn’t seem right to cry, it wasn’t fair. Willow tried hard, tried to move her finger, her mouth. Anything! It seemed hopeless. The angel is crying. Move dammit! She told herself.
Willow’s hand twitched. It wasn’t much of a movement but the angel’s eyes didn’t miss anything. The angel threw herself over Willow to hug her.
“Oh, Willow,” she sighed into Willow’s hair.
Who?
