Sorry everyone! It has been an absolutely crazy time for Tell and I. We just moved out of our bottom floor apartment (hallelujah!!) and in to a super cute second story apartment (in the same complex) with a totally different floor plan. I LOVE it! But it has definitely been a crazy couple of weeks. We had to finish packing, move, clean our old apartment, get it checked off as "clean," go back and clean even more... then we are apparently SO good at moving that we then got asked by our amazing property manager Miss Debra to help a sweet little old lady move from one apartment to another. On top of all of this and I have contracted what I swear is the plague but really is just the flu or something. Tell keeps insisting that I rest but can anyone tell me when I have had time to rest?! Ergo, no time for my body to get completely better. *sigh* All that being said, I am very happy to have time again to sit down in front of my trusty laptop and crank out some Writing Workout =)

Here is an idea that I have batted around a few different ways and times. I wanted to write a story about a girl with amnesia finding herself again, but in every book I've read that's similar I feel you just get too much back info on the character so you don't get to experience the same things that they would going through it, you know... I don't even know if that made sense.

That being said, here is the latest version of my "Finding Faith" (Faith being her name and it's a play on words because she is also finding her own faith in God at the same time) into. As always, thoughts and comments are welcome =) Love you all!

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Chapter one

     I turned the knob on my stereo, searching for a song that was passable to be called music. All the same techno stuff that every station played was getting old. The rain, coming down in sheets and waves, slammed against my windshield making it impossible to see more than ten feet in front of my headlights. I rode my brakes as I turned yet another set of S turns on the old windy road that I was subjected to drive to every single day of my life.

     My phone vibrated in the cup holder by my thigh. Its light cast a shadow on my dashboard, reminding me I was going well over the speed limit. I braked again as I came around another bend. This road was terrible. Whoever made this road should be shot, I thought. I opened the text message.

     I groaned as I read the same old thing that I’d been reading for weeks. When was a guy going to take a hint? It’s not like I hadn’t told him ‘no’ a million time. A pot hole in the road made me lose grip on my phone and I watched, helpless, as it tumbled to the passenger side floor. I muttered a string of oh so wonderful profanity that my wonderfully religious mother would have died had she heard. She still thought that I was this perfect little Christian girl. Oh if she could have seen me at the club tonight.

     I looked ahead to ensure that no cars were headed my way as I ducked down, quickly groping the floor for my phone. The light from the home screen was enlightening me to just how long it had been since I had vacuumed my car out. Something else I needed to add to my mental checklist I guessed. I glanced back up and the coast was still clear so I reached again for my precious phone.

     “Come on,” I grumbled, just barely grazing my fingertips against the side. A particularly tight left corner came up and I purposely took it hard to get phone to slide closer. I let out a victorious laugh as it slid gracefully into my hand. As I sat back upright and clicked the home screen off, the light only got brighter. I squinted against the light just as I realized that I was on the wrong side of the road – and was headed right into the bright high beam lights of a semi.

     I heard the crash before I felt it. The loud screaming of metal on metal filled my ears and I opened my mouth, screaming in response. I couldn’t really separate my screaming from the screaming of the crash. All I knew was that this wasn’t going to end well.

     When the pain finally registered, I was suddenly very aware of how bad the crash must have been. I hurt…and I mean everywhere. I knew there was something very wrong with my leg; that much was for certain. My head was spinning but I would realize a few moments later that that was because the car was still in motion. I don’t know how long it had been but it felt like hours as the car flipped once, twice, three times over. I landed upside down and the rain was now dripping into my car. I guess I wouldn’t have to vacuum after all. Now that I was dangling from my seat at a standstill, I was able to register more of the pain. My leg was broken for sure, judging from the ungodly angle it was sitting. Rain, or blood, was dripping up face; I wasn’t really sure which one it was at that point.

     My breathing, fast and unsteady began to reach a hysterical high. I didn’t feel in control of my body. I began to shake and scream and cry all at once; begging for anyone, even God, to listen to my pleas for help. Just as I thought there was going to be no hope for me, a car from the other direction began to circle around the bend. They see me, I thought in my head just before the screaming began again.

     A low steady beeping filled my head; and, that was all that was in my head. That incessant beeping, the kind of annoying that you would kill to get away from. Kill. Death. A string of thought ran through my head. Am I dead? If this was Heaven then I seriously got ripped off. Wasn’t Heaven supposed to be this peaceful happy place? All I felt right now was annoyance. Annoyance and pain.

     Once that thought of pain passed through me, I was then aware of just how much pain I was in. My leg, my head, my chest. Everything ached, it hurt to breath. I wanted to go back to the place that I was before all this. It was nice there. Warm. Comfortable even. I didn’t even know where it was or why I was even back in the painful stage but I knew one thing for certain: I did not want to be here. I sighed as I decided I had better open my eyes.

     Prying them open was almost as painful as the pain in my leg. Or maybe it was a different kind of pain. I wasn’t really sure how to differentiate the pain at that point. And the pain only got worse because the moment I opening my eyes, a female voice shrieked, “Doctor! She’s awake! Good Lord she’s awake! Doctor!” I squeezed my eyes back shut, willing the sound coming out of that woman’s mouth to stop.

     “Okay, alright,” a softer male voice responded. “Take a step back and let’s have a look shall we?” I felt a hand on my head. “Are you awake, hun?” I squeezed my eyes tighter, trying to relieve the pressure and then slowly attempted to open them again. Once I had them open, I saw a nice looking man with dark hair spackled with grey leaning over my bed. “There she it,” he said with a smile.

     “Is she alright?” The loud, high pitched woman squeaked.

     “I don’t know yet. Please take a step back and lower your voice. Her head took quite a hit and I’m sure the volume isn’t helping.” Finally, someone who understands. “Well. How are you feeling my dear?”

     I opening my mouth and tried to make sound. “I…” my voice scratched so badly that I began coughing and hacking, trying desperately to lubricate my vocal chords. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I hurt,” was the best I could come up with.

     “I can imagine,” the doctor said with a slight smile.

     “What happened to me?” I asked him.

     The squeaky woman stepped closer again. “You were in an accident!” she said, again too loud for my aching head to handle. This nurse really needed to work on her bed side manner.

     “Well no shit! I’m laying half dead in a hospital bed and I thought I had tripped on my shoelaces!” I snapped.

     Her face paled and she took a step back, finally keeping her mouth shut long enough for me to breath.

     “What?” I snapped. “Never had a patient talk to you like that before?”

     She raised both hands to her face and she began to tear up. Great, I got the sensitive nurse, I thought.

     The doctor took a step closer to me. He began checking my monitors and a bunch of other medical stuff attached to me.

     “Do you know who that woman is?” he finally asked after what seemed like a forever silence. Well, silence and weeping in the corner.

     I scrunched my eyebrows together and looked at him incredulously. “Uh, no? Am I supposed to?” The weeping increased from the corner of the room, making me really want to shut her up for some peace and quiet.

     “Do you know who you are?” he asked.

     I remembered thinking, what a stupid question. Of course I know who I am. But when I opened my mouth to tell him that, to tell him exactly who I was I realized that I had no idea. Finally I responded with a humbled, “No. No I don’t.”