Five years, 6 months, and two weeks. Five years, 6 months, and two weeks ago from this day is missing from her memory. But why does she remember what happened the day before and after so vividly? Down to the very last small detail. Every single word that was said. She could recite it so perfectly as if she were an actor spending months memorizing his lines for a movie. But the ones that he could recite perfectly in her sleep? The ones that she could say without stumbling on any words? Those are the ones that was said first thing when she woke up the next day. They crushed and shattered her heart every time she remembered or thought of these words. Something that no one should ever hear in there lives. That their unborn child is dead. No murdered. The gender of this baby is unknown to her. The doctors wouldn't tell her. And then that the father of this unborn child? Gone. Disappeared in thin air. As if everything that had happened didn't happen.

But the day that it supposedly happened? Nothing. A giant blank canvas. The only thing she knew about it was what she was told. None of the news was good. According to what the doctors told her when she woke up, she was found by a stranger seriously wounded and naked except for the blanket wrapped tight around her, covering all that was beneath. Deep and shallow cuts danced across her body, partnered with bruises. Hair torn and messy. Doctors said she was harassed. By who? Unknown. And then she was told her unborn baby didn't survive the attack either. And that's all. They let her leave the same day she woke up. With only an hour to gather herself before they urgently had her leave the room. Odd huh?

Groaning in frustration at her failed attempt of remembering that day and ending up remembering the day after, she gives up. She rolls over and checks the time. 6:32 am. Rolling her eyes she gets out of bed. Suddenly she hears a male voice groaning out, "Why are you up so early?" Her cheeks flare in embarrassment even tho the person in bed has already seen anything considered embarrassing. "I uh I have to go right now." she whispers as she throws on her clothes quickly.

She listens for a sign of acknowledgement. A grunt, groan, anything that shows that he heard her. No~ she didn't get any of that. What she does get though is the sound of light snores, signalling that he fell back asleep. Rolling her eyes in annoyance she finds a piece of paper and a pen, after finishing getting dressed.