Temptation 2: Forgiving You ✔️

22: Remember Me

 3 YEARS LATER

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Leah's POV

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I'm awake.

I never really gave my life much thought. You know, the future. I never knew what I wanted. I was always so focused on the present, and what I already have. But with time, that's all changed, since I got a little taste of death. Now it's five years later. Threes years full of change. Five years of me not knowing anything, and being like this. Immobile. Unconscious. Stuck. I think that's what scares me the most. Knowing that while everyone went on with their lives, here I was. 

Stuck. 

As I awake, and as my eyes slowly open, it still feels that way. It feels as if a bolder is placed on almost every inch of my body. "Leah? Can you hear me?" The doctor says. As I regain my consciousness I look around. I'm in a hospital room, hooked up to a bunch of tubes and machines. As I look ahead once more, which feels like the only thing that I can do at the moment a woman stands in front of me. "Mom?" I whisper. In front of me, she breaks out into tears, I watch as her hand gently strokes the hair from my face, lightly caressing my skin. "Hi, baby." She cries. 

I look up at the doctor, my eyes jolting around the room as I try to jog my memory, but there's not much that I can. The final memory that I have was being in the street, and then nothing. "How long have I been out? Where is everyone?" I begin to flood them with questions. "Your father is on his way, and so is your brother. In time, your mother has chosen not to alert any of your friends yet." The doctor says. 

My friends. "I-I don't remember.." I start. "In time you will. You're just now beginning your recovery process. Just take it slow. By the time you see a few faces, and as days go on you'll slowly get your memories back." He clarifies. I nod slowly, looking down at my hands as I try to move them, before giving up, and looking back at my mom. "How long has it been?" I ask them once again, the two of them are silent. "Mom," I say in a stern voice. She folds her lips, closing her eyes momentarily before looking at me. "Sweetheart, you've been in a coma for three years."

"What?" The one word being able to come out. three years, three years? This familiar frightening feeling fills me. I stare ahead, the shock itself hasn't found it's way out of my mind just yet, and I'm afraid that it'll remain that way for god knows how long. "What happened?" The sympathetic look in my mothers' orbs gapes back at mines. "You were in an accident. The impact that you went through was more serious than we would have predicted," My mother explains. 

Soon enough with each word that she says, the ringing in my head makes an appearance, and the words fade as my shock overwhelms me. Three years, taken away from me just like that. 

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TWO WEEKS LATER

For a while now I've been undergoing rehab. It hasn't been easy, trying to walk again. Let alone trying to do anything anymore. My parents got me this therapist who's been really helpful. As the doctor said, my memories would come back over time, and they have. As much as I'm glad to have them back, I wish they didn't. Maybe I'd have the chance to start fresh, not able to remember everyone that's been in my life and the drama that came with the only Leah Banks. And then there's the other part of my subconscious that doesn't want me to let go of my past.