Sarah's heart was completely shattered.
Tears streamed endlessly from her eyes, as if they had forgotten how to stop. Her chest felt heavy, suffocated by emotions she could no longer control. The pain inside her was unbearable.
In a state of anger and heartbreak, she grabbed her car keys and rushed out.
Her hands trembled, but her mind was burning with rage.
She got into the car and started driving.
The road ahead was blurred, not because of the darkness, but because of the tears that refused to leave her eyes. Her thoughts were chaotic, her heart restless.
She pressed the accelerator harder.
The speed kept increasing.
It felt as if she had lost control—not just of the car, but of herself.
Suddenly, bright headlights flashed in front of her.
A truck.
It was coming straight towards her.
For a moment, everything slowed down.
Sarah tried to press the brakes. Her hands shook violently, her breath stuck in her throat.
But it was too late.
The next second—
A deafening crash echoed through the air.
Her car collided with the truck with terrifying force.
Glass shattered everywhere. The impact was brutal.
Her body jerked forward, then everything went still.
Blood covered her completely. It soaked her clothes, her face, her hands.
She lay there, motionless.
Yet… she was still breathing.
Her eyes were barely open, just enough to see blurred shapes around her.
Voices echoed faintly in her ears.
"Call an ambulance!"
"She's still alive!"
"Quick!"
A crowd began to gather.
But everything felt distant… fading…
Darkness slowly consumed her.
—
When Sarah opened her eyes again, four days had already passed.
Her vision was blurry.
Her head felt unbearably heavy, as if something was pressing down on it. Pain spread through her entire body, sharp and constant.
She tried to move, but a wave of weakness stopped her.
Bandages were wrapped around her head, her arms, and her legs.
She looked around slowly.
White walls.
Machines.
The faint smell of medicines.
A hospital.
Standing beside her bed was a man in a white coat.
He had deep, expressive eyes and a calm, gentle smile. There was something reassuring about his presence—something that made her feel slightly safe.
In a weak, trembling voice, she spoke.
"Where… am I?"
Her lips felt dry.
"And… who are you?"
The man stepped closer.
"I'm Doctor Kevin," he said softly.
Sarah blinked slowly, trying to process everything.
Doctor Kevin looked at her carefully and asked, "Can you tell me your name?"
Sarah frowned slightly.
Her mind went blank.
She tried to think harder, forcing herself to remember something… anything.
"My name…" she whispered.
But nothing came.
Her heartbeat increased.
"Why… can't I remember anything?" she asked, her voice filled with fear.
Doctor Kevin sighed gently, keeping his tone calm.
"Don't panic," he said. "You had a serious head injury. You've been unconscious for four days. Because of that, you've lost your past memories."
Sarah froze.
The words hit her like another shock.
"No…" she murmured.
Her breathing became uneven.
"Who brought me here?" she asked quickly. "Where is my family?"
Doctor Kevin spoke patiently, "A few people brought you here after your accident. They said your car collided with a truck. We don't have more information than that."
Sarah's eyes filled with tears again.
She felt lost.
Completely lost.
Doctor Kevin gently added, "You need rest right now. Everything will be fine."
Sarah didn't reply.
She simply closed her eyes, trying to escape the overwhelming reality.
—
Somewhere else…
A young man was losing his mind.
For the past four days, he had been searching everywhere.
Streets, shops, empty roads, even his friends' houses—he had checked every possible place.
His eyes were tired, his face pale, but he refused to stop.
He even went to the police station and filed a missing report.
That man was Ryan.
In his hand, he held a photograph tightly.
It was Sarah.
His grip tightened every time he looked at it.
"She can't just disappear…" he muttered.
Beside him stood a girl named Alice.
She looked worried.
"Ryan, this isn't right," she said softly. "You haven't eaten properly for four days. You'll fall sick."
Ryan didn't respond at first.
But her concern reached him.
Slowly, he nodded and forced himself to eat a little.
—
Back in the hospital…
Sarah suddenly saw something.
A flash.
A blurry image.
A boy and a girl… standing close.
Very close.
They were in each other's arms.
Kissing.
The scene was unclear, almost like a black-and-white dream.
Then suddenly—
Sarah's eyes flew open.
She sat up abruptly.
Her heart pounded loudly in her chest.
Sweat formed on her forehead.
"NO!" she screamed.
A nurse rushed into the room.
"It's okay! Calm down," she said, giving Sarah some water.
After a few moments, Sarah slowly calmed down.
Her breathing steadied.
Was it a dream?
Or… a memory?
She didn't know.
Her mind was filled with confusion.
Nothing made sense.
—
After some time, Doctor Kevin returned.
He checked her condition carefully.
He tested the movement of her hands and legs.
His expression grew serious.
Her body was still weak.
She couldn't move properly yet.
Sarah noticed it too.
A deep sadness filled her heart.
She looked at herself… helpless.
Tears rolled down her cheeks silently.
"Why… am I alive?" she whispered.
She didn't know who she was.
She didn't know her past.
She didn't know her family.
She didn't even recognize herself anymore.
Life felt empty.
Meaningless.
And slowly…
A dangerous thought began to grow in her mind.
Maybe…
It would be better if she didn't exist at all.
And with that thought…
Sarah was ready to take a step that could end everything.