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Date Published: March 28, 2020

Chapter t.i.tle: Somewhere, I"m lost (1)

Chapter no. 3

(Elizabeth"s POV)

I lied dormant in darkness. I saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing and I"ve forgotten how long I stayed like that. Is this really the end of my journey? Where will I find everlasting peace? Where will I find a resting place in this endless darkness? Do heaven and h.e.l.l exist like what my mother always tell me? I want to see my mom, but where will I search for her here?

All of a sudden the feeling of being burned alive made me tremble. Frozen morning breeze enveloped my body, as a searing pain p.r.i.c.kled through my bones. What"s going on? Why does it feel like my head is about to explode?

"Madame! The third young miss has gained consciousness!"

"Ze"er is awake? Quick call the physician!"

I slowly move my fingers. Trying to feel my body come to life. Letting foreign memories flow in my mind like a vast sea of knowledge. Whose memories do they belong to and why am I seeing it like a movie? But as far as I remembered it was my birthday, I was lying on the hospital bed awaiting for my death. Am I still alive?

According to John Locke "the self consists of memory; that a person existing now is the same person yesterday because he/she remembers thoughts, experiences, or actions of the earlier self". [1] For Locke, a person"s memories provide a continuity of experience that allows him/ her to identify himself/ herself as the same person over time. [2]

I decided to open my eyes slowly, adjusting them from the blinding light little by little. Hurried steps and hushed voices made me confused. The hospital never had too many people to attend to someone who just woke up and it won"t be as noisy as this.

Did I really die?

Or was I in a state of coma?

And where did those memories came from? How did it got into my mind? And why am I feeling so doubtful about this awakening?

"Where exactly am I?"

I blink a few times. There"s something different with my vision, I remembered wearing gla.s.ses from time to time before so how did I get a very sharp vision? Even comparable with that of a microscopic image.

"Physician Wu, how is she?" a middle aged man held my hand and checked my pulse

"How did he get near me?"

A beautiful woman around her 40s attentively wait for the man"s conclusion. My brows are knitted with each other, and my lips formed a thin line of disapproval. Why is this man trying to get my pulse if he can use a stethoscope or something else?

"Madame your child"s condition is good, her pulse is stable and her body has showed signs of improvement. I will advise her to drink more supplements to nourish her body. I will need to make a list of medicines for the child if you"ll excuse me."

The physician stood, bowed his head and walk out of the room.

Wait he said "your child"s condition"

Am I missing something?

Who is this woman?

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[1] Natsoulas, 1994; Fuchs, 2017

[2] Winkler, 1991