Beep Jackie Monologue

Beep!... Beep!...Beep! The bright, fluorescent light blinded me a I gently opened my eyes. I couldn’t see much, but the shadows of two people came clearer as my eyes began to focus and adjust in. In front of me, a woman and man stood over me, two strangers awaiting my response. “Jackelyn? Jackie? Can you hear us?” I heard from soft voice to my right. As my body wanted to lift itself, a rushing, sharp pain flew to my left lung. Instantly, I fell back in discomfort. “Don’t push yourself, you’ve already hurt yourself enough,” another voice told me: this voice stern and deeper than the other. “What’s happening?” I questioned with curiosity. “Do you not remember, Jackie?” the gentle voice caringly responded. “No, what should I have remembered?”
On day two, I stood for the first time. By the end of the day three, I could walk at a gentle, slow pace. Everyday, I woke up more confused than the day before. Whenever any thought came to me, they would disappear before I could process them. While by myself, no memories or events could come to mine, my parents began to informed on the basic and simple details of my life. I was Jackelyn Fuller. An only child, raised by Rose and Scott Fuller, a real estate agent and a doctor. I was 16, two months shy of turning 17. While also telling me of my previous life, they also told me why had been placed in the hospital. Myself, Jackelyn Fuller, was recovering from a car accident. A deadly, head-on semi truck accident; from whom, I had suffered mental and physical damage. Struggling to comprehend so much information, my parents allowed me to rest alone, for the last and final day of my
Within a couple of months, it should begin to show if she will gain parts of her memory back,” the doctor told us. With sadness shining on them, my parents followed to ask the doctor, “Will that be all doctor?” “As I can see, there's nothing else, have a great day and good luck with that recovery, “ the doctor responded with what seemed like honest sympathy. The car ride home was filled with empty air and drilling irony. My mother seemed to want to communicate with me, yet could never find the words to do so. Our breaths were the only things to be heard. Even then, the car seemed like a critical was tipping towards its last battle. When we arrived to the place i apparently once called home, my parents showed me to my room. As I entered, I felt out of place,. Everything I saw felt different; it didn't feel as if this were my room. That night, i Felt like I had been in a stranger’s home; like I was sleeping in a stranger’s bed, wearing a stranger’s clothes. These thoughts wandered my mind till I forced myself to close my eyes and rest for the