DISCLAIMER

Yes, I'm back. It's been four years. With that said, I believe I've grown so much and I've realized that I touch several subjects in this fic that may act as triggers for some people. My 16 year old self didn't know what those were so I'm telling you now:

- Attempted suicide
- Violence: verbal and physical

And of course, I am NOT a doctor. I have no clue about medicine or psychology so don't use this story as a guideline to treat ANY sort of illness. It was written on a whim while I was in highschool. It's all fiction and it should be read as such.

Love you all and enjoy - Vicky

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Definition of:

Anterograde Amnesia: is the inability to transfer new information from the short-term store into the long-term store. People with this type of amnesia cannot remember things for long periods of time.

GREYSON'S MENTAL INSTITUTION

CLASIFIED FILE:

Date: 12 of July, 2014

Name: Mitchell Coby Grassi.
Date of birth: 24 of July, 1992.
Age: 22 years old.
Parents's Name: Unknown
Suffers from: Post-Traumatic Amnesia, anterograde type.

Mitchell Grassi's condition has worsened over the past month, his amnesia is becoming stronger and he's not being able to retain new information. He's provided assistance 24h a day, nurses implement a wide variety of activities that stimulates the patient's brain activity. His amnesia, thanks to being a minor anterograde type, is believed to be cured but doctors can't seem to find what the problem is. He's in constant observation until further information.

"Are you sure?" the bearded man asked me after I finished reading. "This is quite an unusual case, a hard one I must add. Could you please repeat to me why him?"

"I find him... quite interesting. I've heard about how nobody seemed to know why he kept getting worst and I was drawn by it. Besides, I like challenges" Mr. Kaplan seemed pleased.

"Alright then, from now on you are Mitchell's personal doctor. Then again, thank you very much for taking this case, many have tried and failed. The speciallist in Human Brain, Ryan Grant, spent two years writing this file and still doesn't know what the problem is. " He kept insisting but my mind was already settled, I didn't come here for nothing.

"I know"

"Just don't get your hopes up" He finally said.

"I won't" I gave him a polite smile, picked up the file and left. My footsteps echoed through the silent hallway, big paintings of former doctors looking at me with judgmental stares. I took a deep breath and exited the hospital, tomorrow was my first day with my new patient. I was extremely excited about it but also intrigued. Waves of unanswered questions crashed against my sides, pleading me to solve the mystery behind them.

The walk to my apartment was long and dull but it helped clear up my mind a bit. I went through a storm of possibilities of what caused Mitchell's condition but none of them seemed to be traumatic enough to left him like this. Moreover, I was kinda surprised that I couldn't get him out of my mind when I hadn't even met him. I think there was a picture attached to the file but I wasn't quite sure, I didn't pay too much attention to it.

I struggled with the keys before entering my house. Once I was in I took off my coat and left it on the couch. The coffee table was a mess, there were pencils and papers all over it. I recalled that some of them were extremely important but I was not going to organise everything yet, so I went to my room and sat on the bed right after picking up my reading glasses. I just wanted to read more about my patient, about his life and how he ended up like this.

I opened the first page and saw what I had read before on Mr. Kaplan's office so I turned to the next one. It read:

13th of May, 2012, Mitchell Coby Grassi was admitted in Greyson's Mental Institution due to a traumatic experience that caused him a Post-Traumatic Amnesia. At first he didn't remember his name or where he came from, doctors could only tell by the wallet he had in his pocket. That evening, after doing a medical check up he was submitted to an interrogation where officers said that he was still in shock and couldn't answer any question properly. Thanks to the lack of an adult authority or any relatives he was settled in one of the rooms of the institution.

A week after, he still couldn't remember anything except his name and how old was he despite the efforts of the nurses and doctors. However, a month later and after different types of tryouts he spoke; as in, he remembered. There were bits of his story that weren't cohesive nor coherent but it helped us, doctors, find a way to treat him more effectively. While doing my reserch i discovered that there was a section on his brain was was blocked, it is unusual to talk about a "blocked brain" but that is the easiest way to describe it. There is somethig not allowing the brain to cope with new information, overwhelming it with even the simplest of things making it impossible for him to remember. This unluckily causes him to forget almost everything they teach him on that day, until now there is not such thing he was able to retain... Not even my face which he saw everyday for almost 2 years.

I stopped when I noticed how late it was. I was so caught up with his story that I forgot it was already late, besides I had to wake up early tomorrow as all patients were waken up at 8 in the morning. Everything that I read made me feel sad for him, it must be horrible to forget everything when you wake up.

He must feel so lonely, I thought to myself.