[Here's one I wrote a while ago, it's kinda long.]Memoirs of sorrowPrologue…
“I’m winning! You can’t catch me now!� Lyssa yelled, glancing behind her. She was speeding ahead of a middle aged man in his 40s, he smiled, laughter lines crinkling on his temples and crouched a little lower to give him momentum. He was crouched in a squat position so it was impossible to tell how tall he was but he couldn’t have been less than 5ft11, nearly 6. He was sporting a blue pair of skiing trousers with a red skiing jacket, numerous pockets bulging with bits and pieces. Lyssa looked around 14; she had golden curls tied back in a ponytail, and wore a visor over her emerald eyes. She was around 5ft5 and wore a bulky jacket with countless zips.
The mountains were enthralling, huge snow-capped peaks that appeared to sit in the layer of cloud like white sailing boats on a swirling sea of vapor. The pair of them was zooming down the mountainside, swerving with zigzagging parallel turns and spraying fellow skiers with snow in their wake. “Dad?� Lyssa spoke behind her, “Dad?? Dad?!� she yelled and looked back to find that he was a long way off, seeming to be putting skis back on. She relaxed and looked back in front of her, to see that she had veered off the path completely. She was heading down a run she had not seen before, it was a lot steeper and there were jagged rocks blocking her path.
“Dad! Help!� she yelled in desperation, before coming finally to a small sign post stuck in the ground, it read:
Of f piste, careful of rocks.
And in an instance she faced the drop, trying to stop she skidded and lost control of her skis. Lyssa panicked, she was using all her concentration to stay upright on the slope, it was almost vertical and every second she skidded past rocks and trees, thinking that the next one would hit her. Just then she felt the warm arms of her dad wrap round her, and guide her, like when she had just started, when he had held her between his legs and skied with her when she was wobbly. “There there, it’ll be ok Lils, just keep calm� her dad soothed her while steering them clear of the massive boulders and trees that whizzed past them. All of a sudden Lyssa lost her footing, her ski collided with her dad’s and the world went round in circles, colours blended in to each other to create deceiving formations, and she felt a vertigo as a dark shape loomed ahead. And a split second later both girl and father felt an impact that slammed them against a large rock. Lyssa looked dazedly around for her father as she was assisted by a medic on skis, she ignored his droning voice as the world moved in slow motion. She turned her head and watched her father being lifted up seemingly into the sky. She stayed conscious just long enough to see him disappear into the trapdoor at the bottom of a helicopter, as if he was being devoured by a bulky, vivacious creature, and then her sight was thrown into a pitch-black chaos…..


…she could hear voices around, people bustling about but she did not want to open her eyes to the real world … Lyssa suddenly remembered about the accident and jerked her eyes open.
She found herself lying on a pristine bed in the middle of a hospital ward; nurses or doctors of some kind surrounded her.
“Dad?! Where’s my dad? I need to see him!� Lyssa tried to shout but her voice could only manage a whisper. The people surrounding her looked sadly at her distressed face, taut with anxiety. A blonde woman in a nurse’s uniform stepped forward and spoke softly. “Your father was very badly hurt Lyssa, he had to have immediate surgery, but in the end he just had too many injuries� Lyssa realized what she was saying and found her voice. “But you could have saved him, you didn’t just give up did you???� her voice was filled with despair, every word in anguish. A tall man ushered everyone-else out before speaking again. He spoke quietly and professionally though she sensed a layer of pity in his tone, “he would have had a miserable life, immobile and forever wired up to ventilators and oxygen supplies, with not a chance of regaining his health. It’s what he would have wanted.� Lyssa buried her face in her hands, sobbing in angst, tears streamed down her cheeks and blurred her vision. “Do you think…do you think I…could see the body� she whispered and lost heart when the doctor very gravely shook his head. She could tell there was something wrong in his expression; he looked wary and a little uneasy, as if there was something more he had to tell her. “There was something else too Lyssa, you were badly hurt in the accident…yesterday. You are to stay in the hospital, you were lucky to live actually. There was nothing we could do…you lost the use of your legs and…you’ve lost your short term memory.� He trailed off; Lyssa tried to move her legs, her mind still numb from the loss of her dad, but failed and found that she only had stumps where her thighs should be.
“You’re wrong!!� she shouted, “I remember yesterday perfectly, I remember everything that happened!!� the doctor looked at her pitifully. And then he spoke “the accident wasn’t yesterday Lyssa, I told you, you lost your memory, and it’s been a while since it happened…�
Lyssa gulped and prepared herself for the truth “How long?� she whispered. “5 years.� The doctor nervously eyed the floor. Lyssa just sat there, she tried to take in everything that she had been told; tomorrow she would forget it all over again. But she didn’t notice the doctor inserting a needle into her arm until she slipped slowly into a drugged sleep……

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