Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel Chapter 20

Chapter 20

A/N: HA I LIED! I WILL BE POSTING ONE MORE CHAPTER BEFORE 2013! THE END IS DRAWING NEAR MY READERS. I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND I REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS CHAPTER!

I woke up with my head feeling like lead. My thoughts were muddled and the colors of the outside world were blurry. I thought I heard a distant voice, but I couldn’t tell who the voice belonged to.

“Aimee?” It said. Who was that voice? Suddenly my vision cleared and I saw a tall lean guy beside me holding my hand.

But I had no clue who he was.

“Hey babe, you’re awake.”

“Who are you?”

“What do you mean, it’s me Jason.”

“I don’t know anyone named Jason.”

He seemed puzzled and a tall older man came into the room.

“May I talk to you for a second?”  The tall guy left the room. I had no idea what they were saying but I was curious.

So I walked to the door and pressed my ear against it.

“She has a serious case of amnesia. She might be in this condition for a couple of days.”

“She doesn’t even know who I am doctor.”

“She will with time.” I suddenly pulled away from the door. For some reason this person knew who I was but I didn’t know who he was.

I tried to go through my memory to get some clue as to who this person was. I kept pondering every memory I had, but I only had one memory, blood lots of blood. Suddenly I saw the razor and the crimson marks on my arms and legs.

I suddenly snapped back to reality. I cut myself? So that explains why I am in the hospital. But that gives me no clues about the boy standing outside the door.

I tried thinking back even further. Suddenly the memory of the night of the alley comes back. I was walking and some guys came and wanted something to do with me. But I was saved from a tall man that had the bluest eyes.

Could that be the man who saved me? I wasn’t sure. My head started to hurt so I decided to lie down in the hospital’s bed.

I wanted to know who this person was pretty badly. I buried my face in my hands and tried to remember anything on this guy. But I had absolutely nothing. It was driving me insane not knowing who this person was when obviously he knew me pretty well.

He came back into the room and stared at me.

“Do you remember anything about me?” 

“I don’t remember anything. Please help me.”

“How can I help?”

“Try to refresh my memory.” He gently took my hand in his and looked me dead in the eye.

“Do you remember killing Andrew Connors?”

“I do.”

“Do you remember yesterday?”

“What about it?”

“I made you promise that you wouldn’t cut yourself anymore.” I suddenly remembered. I remember him kissing me until I fell asleep. But every memory of him before that was gone.

“I remember that.” I said quietly.

“Do you have any other memory of me?”

“No. I don’t have anymore.”