It's been a month since I woke up. I have undergone treatments and am now ready to continue my life, I guess? Doctor KZ gave me printed basic information about myself to be a guide in gaining back my memories and helping me live a normal life. Having this so-called 'traumatic amnesia' is so messed up and such a hassle.
I observed my surrounding after being dropped off by a taxi in front of a high-rise building. I am currently in the heart of City X's business park. This place is the exact replica in my false memory. Standing beside Perez Estate is their rival; Rodriguez Empire. The one thing I am grateful for is; I may have lost my memory about who I am but anything related to work and surviving this world is still something that I still remember.
I held tightly the journal Sebastian had before he died. It is written in this journal that this is where they first met, I mean we first met but this journal is the only memento I have of him. And sadly, I still don't feel anything for him nor remember him. I reread the journal Sebastian had left behind. I wish to at least remember you... after all, you sacrificed your life just for me.
'Remember when I told you on our first day that from that day forward, I promise to love you even when you don't find a reason to love yourself? You warned me multiple times that you're a mess but I still pursued you saying that I will love you extra more to reciprocate the love that you can't give yourself. I'm sorry because I wasn't able to keep my promise. I'm sorry that I got tired of trying, I'm sorry that I gave up but please give us another chance. I regret it all. Please, do not hurt yourself again or attempt to kill yourself. I still love you, May. Let's start again.'
These were the final notes he had jotted down in his journal. My prayers weren't answered, the almighty might have been punishing me for ignoring him all these years. I can still vividly remember the time when I was still freaked out and thought the hospital was messed up, the hospital hostage, the thugs, and Sebastian. I really was in a total mess that time. I still don't remember anything related to May Gonzales but I know some of her, I mean my story through Sebastian's journal.
He really loved me but unfortunately, he died without me remembering my memories with him nor my love for him. He left too soon, we haven't even started again. The guilt has been consuming me but knowing Sebastian... ever for a short period of time, I know that he will want me to live my life.
I let out another sigh. I won't let you down, Sebastian. I lightly tap my cheeks, I have to get myself together. Today is finally my first day at work. I tidied up my white slacks with a gray dressy blouse before I entered the company building.
"Wow! You're still alive?!" A girl in a very short pink pencil skirt yelled the very moment I entered the building where I work according to the data the doctor gave me, "well, as they said weeds don't easily die."
I scanned her from head to foot trying to think if I can remember who she is. She flipped her re-bonded long straight black hair before mockingly gazing at me with her chinita black eyes. Three more girls came closer to us. They also have that mocking, disgusted look in their eyes. Am I hated here? Did my stupid past self offend them?
"Excuse me?" I answered them in confusion.
I can't really remember anything at all. My basis is only the data the doctor gave me and suddenly one of the girls violently grabbed my hair! Is bullying still in trend? What are they? A bunch of high school bullies? When will they grow up?
"I despise your face! How come you haven't died yet?! Or, even better, why don't you just resign?!" She gave me a hateful sneer before raising her brows. "Or do you wish to relive what happened to you prior to committing suicide?"
How did they know I committed suicide? Relive what happened? Did something happen with them before? Are they the reason I committed suicide before? If they really did bully me before then they have to think twice now. I am different from the girl they once knew. And this woman won't allow anybody to mistreat her.
"Miss Elena!" I instinctively turned to the person who called me.
Wait, I'm not Elena. I mentally slapped my face, I am May Gonzales, not Elena. I need to separate this false memory, this is really inconvenient. And again, I am reminded that Doctor KZ was right all those times. To think that I even gave Doctor KZ an attitude.
Well, I did realize I was wrong when I tried to contact the Perez residence. I gaped as Elena Perez elegantly walked towards us wearing an above-the-knee sophisticated red body-con dress paired with 6-inch red high heels which showed off her slim body. Her medium brown hair danced along with the wind. Breathtaking.
"What's the problem, Miss Elena?" Asked the bodyguard beside her.
Did I see the surprise in her hazel eyes as she intently stared at the group of girls in—fear? One of the women around me approached her, but we were taken aback when Miss Elena stepped back and collapsed on the floor, sobbing. I don't know if my memories are real or not but the Elena in my memory is different from what I am seeing now. The intensity of her aura is different, she is less intimidating, and instead of a strict businesswoman, her image shows off a damsel in distress.
"No! No!! Stay away from me! I don't want this anymore!" She screamed tearfully at the woman who tried to approach her.
Because we were still in the foyer, we quickly drew the attention of everyone around us. Loud buzzes from bystanders engulfed the area.
"That's Miss Elena, right?"
"What happened?"
"This is my first time seeing Miss Elena like that."
"This is definitely surprising though."
"Yet she still manages to be beautiful. The world is so unfair!"
I bet this going to be posted in a tabloid if a reporter sees the celebrity of the business industry, Elena Perez, going crazy like this. This is wrong, it just feels wrong. It's like seeing myself being pathetic in front of many people.
Elena Perez is supposed to be sophisticated, strict, and perfect. She is someone high in this company, she shouldn't act like that in front of this crowd. I can't help but get irritated. Is she a blithering idiot? When I couldn't take it any longer, I approached her and extended my hand to help her up.
"You shouldn't be acting like that in front of your staff, Miss Elena," I spoke in a low voice before facing the crowd. "And for you, people. The show's over. Get back to work."
Someone suddenly grabbed my shoulder forcing me to face her. Oh, it's the psycho from earlier. I almost forgot about them.
"Who are you to order us around like that b*tch?!"
I was about to answer her when Miss Elena pushed me away and ran in terror after seeing me closely. What is wrong with her?! Does she really have a screw loose in her brain? Wait, no.
I took in a deep breath. Calm your horses, Gonzales. That is your boss here, don't start giving her the attitude. I slapped the psycho's hands away from my shoulder and glared at her.
"What is this all about?" A guy in a husky voice shouted from behind me.
That voice... Luke. What's this feeling? I already cleared to myself that everything I saw in my memory is not real, it's all false but how can I make this heartbeat wildly understand that not because my memory is in love with him, I already am. I might be just in love with the thought of loving him but why does it hurt so much?
"Babe!" Miss Elena exclaimed in a very dramatic tone
She ran towards Luke, Luke Javier. The man Elena Perez in my memory loves dearly. I got annoyed looking at Elena again. Looking at her feels weird when you have a memory that shows you are her. At first, I was claiming I was Elena Perez so seeing her face feels like looking through a mirror but seeing Luke with Miss Elena pained me too that I'm secretly wishing I was the woman he is embracing.
"What's wrong babe? Why are you crying?" He asked Miss Elena worriedly.
In my memory, he is also a sweet and thoughtful man. It sent mixed emotion seeing him with Miss Elena. His pair of beautiful green eyes captivated me, it really is the most beautiful eyes.
"I don't want to be here. I'm just going home. Let's go hom—" she panicky declared while she looks at me in terror.
"Babe, it's alright. I'm here," he told her in a very sweet and comforting voice which made her seem to calm down.
He kissed her forehead and smiled sweetly at her. I don't know why but this scene is giving me heartbreak. Why am I hurting myself by looking at them?
"May!" I turned around and saw an unfamiliar face standing in front of me.
"I've been calling you since earlier but you haven't paid attention to me," she complained to me with her lips pouting like a kid.
"W-who are you again?" Surprised by my question, she smiled bitterly at me.