Olivia

"Olivia?" Someone called my name.

I looked around the dark room and saw light filtering through a crack in the door. I got up, joints popping and moved towards the door. I slowly pushed the door open that groaned in protest.

The door opened up to a familiar room. The walls were painted pale blue with dark hard wood floors. There was also was a white fluffy couch in front of one of those old TV's with the huge box in the back. That's when it hit me; it's my old house. The place where I grew up; not with my Gram but with my parents.

"Olivia?" the voice called out. This time the voice was louder, like it was from a room over.

I walked to the closed-door in front of me and opened it. The door opened up to the kitchen. The walls were sunshine yellow with white appliances and cabinets. There was a little breakfast table in the corner in front of a window. Someone was sitting with her back towards me in a chair matching the table.

"Olivia?" The woman called out. She turned towards me and I gasped. It was my Mom! She had her long blonde hair, streaked with grey in a pony tail. Her blue eyes still shined with love and her body was still slender.

"Mom!" I exclaimed as I ran towards her, trying to give her a hug but my arms slipped right through her. That's when I noticed her body shimmering.

Mom smiled weakly motioning to the chair across from her. I sat down quickly, still in awe.

"Olivia. You came," Mom whispered.

"Of course. But, where am I?" questioned. I knew for a fact that this house sold months after I moved out.

"All in time, baby girl. You shouldn't be here. It's not your time," she told me, her form started flickering and fading.

"Time for what? Where am I?"

"Goodbye Olivia. I love you," she called as she disappeared.

"Mom! MOM! COME BACK!" I cried out, tears streaming down my face.

The room started spinning, faster and faster as the seconds ticked by. I fell out of my chair as my sight blurred and I was out cold.

~(-)~

There was a constant beeping noise coming from somewhere to my left. Something was squeezing my left hand and someone was stroking my forehead. I blinked and opened my eyes. I squinted at a bright light and turned my head to the left.

Sydney's hand was in mine squeezing gently as a new flood of tears ran down her blotchy face. I squeezed back as my eyes watered.

"Oh, baby girl. I'm so sorry this happened to you. The police are trying to find out who did this," her voice lowered to a whisper, "they said there was a bruise on your side by your ribs that said Chevy. From the location of the Chevy symbol, it was made in the late nineties. The last I heard the forensic team are looking for paint chips."

I opened my mouth to say something but no words could fit this situation. What the hell was I supposed to say? A car hit me and they drove off. Hit and run. I closed my mouth and did the only thing I could think of, cry.

I didn't cry silently either. Sobs poured out of my mouth and my breathe hitched. That's when I realized my ribs hurt like hell. I put my hand there and tried to calm done. When I was able to breath without my ribs protesting, a hand came into my view with a box of tissues. I followed the hand to the arm and then to the face. The face was pale with freckles along the cheeks and their dark brown eyes bore into mine.

"Wen?" I said astonished.

"Yeah, that's me," he said as he pulled out a tissue and handed it to me. I wiped my tears and set my head back down on the lumpy hospital issued pillow.

"Well, I'm going to go get the doctor," Sydney stated as she walked to the door.

I closed my eyes and a flood of memories came to me.

I was at the last sharp bend of the road before you got to the street Daniel's house was on and I saw the head lights of a car turning to quickly on the slick asphalt and collided into me.

My ribs were cracking under the force of the car and I went tumbling down the hill. I heard a sharp snap as my leg hit a boulder and the screech of a car driving away. My head collided with another rock and causing warm blood to gush down my neck.

I lay there, breathing heavily, my ribs protesting against the up and down motion. My vision was already starting to blur. I didn't have much time. I gingerly moved my hand to my phone out of my pocket. I flipped the screen and quickly went to my contacts list and hit to the first contact I could find.

"Shit!" I exclaimed, making Wen jump in his chair.

"What?"

"I just remembered what happened! Do you know where my phone is?"

"No… why?" He questioned.

"Because after I got hit by the car, I called someone but I don't remember who," I explained quickly.

He frowned, "You don't remember?"

"Were you listening to anything I just said? I. Don't. Remember. Who." I said slowly to make sure he was following.

"Olivia-," the door cut off Wen. The open door revealed a balding man and Sydney was standing behind him.

"Hello Olivia, I'm Dr. Pist-"

"Wait, Piss. Did you make that up?" I asked as Wen started laughing from his plastic chair.

He let out an exasperated sigh, "No. Pist. Like pest with an 'I'."

"Have you ever thought about getting a name change?" I questioned.

He mumbled something that I didn't catch but continued, "Olivia, I'm glad you're up. You will be in here for about a week due to some of the injuries you have suffered. I have a few medical questions for you and then the police will be here to ask you some. Are you okay with that?"

I nodded in agreement.

"On a scale from one to ten, what is your pain level?"

"Seven," since my head was pounding, ribs throbbed, and my body ached in general.

He wrote it down on his pad, "Okay. What's the last thing you remember?"

I retold him the story of the car hitting me, rolling down a hill, and me calling somebody. I also told him about not remembering who called.

"This might not sound good but that is wonderful to the extent of your injuries. I've had patients who couldn't even remember their own names. Any way, I am done my questions so I will tell the police that you are up," He waved and left, closing the door silently behind him.

~(-)~

Daniel, Wen, Georgie, and Sydney were sitting in my room filling me in on information that has happened while I was in a coma. They were telling me about Kristen cheating on Rob (Whoa… I would have never guessed) when there was a knock on the wooden door.

Daniel got up to open in it and two women in navy blue police uniforms entered.

"Hello Ms. White. I am Officer McNally and this is my partner Officer Peck," a brunette said as she pointed to a woman with bleach blonde hair.

I waved, "Nice to meet you. You can call me Olivia."

They nodded, "We are going to ask you a few questions. While we ask you these questions, we need your family to wait outside," Officer Peck said as she opened the door. Everyone filed out and she closed the door behind her.

"I need you to think really hard about these questions so we can find the person who hit you, okay?" Officer McNally said.

I nodded and waved my hand for them to continue.

"We know the car is an older model of a Chevy, possibly one from the late nineties," Officer McNally recapped.

"What did the car look like?" Officer Peck questioned.

"It was black and boxy. There were a couple dents and scratches in it."

"Could you see the person driving the car?"

"No the windows were tinted."

They nodded. "These are all the questions we have now. We'll keep you updated," McNally said as they left.

The Gifford's came back in and continued to talk about things I missed. I wasn't really listening because I had a feeling that I've seen this car before but I don't remember where….

Hey. Sorry for the long wait. I couldn't think of anything and then I've been busy with school. I know how I am going to finish this and there is gonna be a twist that no one expected…. BWHAHAHAHA. Who do you think the car belongs to?