The scars mended

Remember me yet?

I walked around the hall in the hospital, with my gown as I was finally off the tubes. I've walked past Justin's room at least twenty times. He noticed me the one time walking, and waved. I've barley talked to my mom, as she held the seceret of my real father for so long, and then even went back to my step father. She's appologized and told me it was for the best, but what's good about it? The fact that my real father is so much better than my step father, Kevin, the guy that had left her. Kidnaped me, she was there as she watched him beat me, my sister was there as she watched him take role as perfect father and husband but still hurt me. The only reason I didn't kill myself then and there, was because I wanted to keep Justin alive. I stoped infront of his door, looking in his window. I saw him approach the door, in his hospitial gown. I got nerveous fidgeting around, looking at the ground. He opened the door and smiled at me, making my heart get butterfly's. Maybe he will remember me.

"Can I help you? Kelsey right?"

My hopes came crashing down as I remembered he forgot everything and every moment we spent together.

"Ah yea, want to go for a walk."

He looked between his book, in his hands, and then back at me.

"Sure, maybe I'll remember something."

I froze, facing him.

"did you?"

I smiled at him as we walked down the hall.

"Have you remembered anything?"

He shook his head sighing. I stayed quite.

"It bugs me, you seem familer, and close, are we related?"

I frowned.

"We knew each other all our lives, you saved me so many times."

He looked at me confused. I frowned at the ground, as I felt the tear's brim my eyes. He lifted a finger whiping them away. I watched him freeze and then look back at me, pulling me into a hug, just smelling him calmed me down.

"I don't remember anything, but I know theres something about you, that makes me want to remember even more."

I smiled nodding, as he let go looking in my eyes.

"The doctor said familar surroundings may help bring my memory back."

I smiled.

"I get out of here tomorrow, maybe I can take you to my favorite place in the world, the one where we use to hang?"

"Will they let me out?"

"The only thing they have on you is your memory loss."

He nodded.

"Tomorrow is saturday, right love?"

"Do you?"

I paused, how could he possibly remember my nickname but nothing else about me?

"Do I what?"

"Ah nevermind."

He nodded, as we reached his door.

"Thanks kelsey."

I nodded, smiling as I watched him lock himself in his room.

"KELSEY!! YOU GET BACK IN THAT ROOM AND REST!!"

I looked up to see my mom storm at me with so much furry. She pointed at me, ready to scold me before dragging me back to my room.

"MOM! I don't want to rest, I'm fine, I go home tomorrow."

She spun around getting inches to my face.

"You listen here young lady, I haven't been a good mother, but I am your mother, so lay down on that bed and get your rest!"

She stormed away slamming the door. I felt ready to scream at her.

"I SHOULDN'T EVEN HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU!"

I frowned sitting on the bed, staring out the window.