I screamed. I screamed so loud my lungs hurt.
                          
Then I passed out.
                          
"So how have you been these few days?" The doctor asked me as she clicked on a pen flashlight. "Your aunt said that you seemed worried and thought that you might have remembered something." She pointed the beam of light into my eye.
                          
I blinked, then forced myself to keep my eyelids open. "I feel the same. I keep having those weird dreams, but other than that I haven't remembered anything." I told her.
                          
She nodded and moved the light into my other eye, then clicked the bottom again, satisfied. Spots swan before my eyes.
                          
"What kind of dreams? For how long?" She asked me as she walked away from me. She approached her desk and grabbed a notepad and a pen writing down something that I couldn't see.
                          
I frowned, trying to remember those weird dreams. They were different every time, some were scary and left me panting and sweating when I wake up, like last night, and others were happy. But they all had one thing in common and that was a particular green eyed man whose face I couldn't make out in my dreams, it was always a blur. I always tried to get a better look at him, but I never could. I didn't know him, he wasn't someone I remembered so why was he in my dreams.
                          
"T-they are strange. Last night I-I saw a ruined building, filled with smoke, fire was everywhere a-and I was lying on the ground unable to move. I was hurt. And..." I trailed off as I recalled how my dream had ended. I had seen that man again and then someone had pulled me away from him. I closed my eyes taking a shaky breath. I could still see his eyes, they were haunting me, they were following me.
                          
"And then what?" The doctor urged me, placing her notepad down. She adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose and turned her full attention on me, waiting for me to speak. 
                          
"Then I woke up. I was drenched in sweat and my throat was hurting, I had been screaming in my dream. My aunt came rushing into my room to comfort me and that's all." I told her, leaving out the part about the man. I didn't want to tell her about it, maybe it was the fact that I didn't trust her enough to do so. She always looked so cold and distant, she never really managed to make me feel comfortable around her.
                          
Her dark eyes studied me intently and I tried to keep a straight face.
                          
"I don't understand why you would see that. You had a car accident, you were hit by a car Ms Starr. Maybe that dream has nothing to do with your accident, maybe it was just an unpleasant dream. Don't think too much about it." She told me, crossing her arms over her chest.
                          
Don't think too much about it?
                          
It was easy for them to say, they weren't the ones being tortured by those dreams, they weren't the ones who couldn't remember a single damn thing about their past. 
                          
When I woke up in the hospital bed I barely remembered my own name, I didn't remember the people who were sitting next to me,crying. They cared about me and I just didn't know them. I remembered no one and nothing from my life. I was Angelina Starr that's all I knew.
                          
My aunt that tried to explain to me everything. She told me about the accident, a car had hit me on my way home, she said that the driver was drunk and that it wasn't my fault. She had also tried to explain to me my life before the accident, by showing me pictures, pictures of me and my parents. But I didn't recognise the people on those pictures and I didn't remember any of the memories and stories we shared. I still don't.