Lost Memory by Jacqueline Cortez

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Gwen

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him there. All I could do is be cold to him. What was I thinking? After all this time that's all, I could say. I cried and cried as I reach the car. I let the snow fall on me as I laid on the ground. I only thought about what would be good for me; I only thought of my feelings. I thought that maybe this could end us and a way for me to get better. I am still sick. Grandpa only found a temporary fix for me with the research that Alejandro's mom did. I had no family, no friends with me, no one. Alejandro leaving me did not make it any better My tears become frozen on my face as I cry. I try to stand up but it's difficult when I try to get up myself. I always have Grandpa to help me. Why is he taking so long? He's probably moving slower than a snail. I can do this though. I grab one of the crutches to help myself pick up the other side of my body. I finally stand up but then I stand on a slippery piece of ice on the ground and slop. I bump my head against the car extremely hard and slip back. I hit my head on the ground even harder. My head shocks me with sharp pain. It stings. This is a feeling I haven't felt for a while. I touch my head to see if I am in any serious pain. Oh no. I am bleeding. I take off my jacket and hold it over my head. Grandpa gets here quick.

20 minutes later.

"Gwen!" I see him run to me "What did I tell you about picking yourself up without something to hold on to or me?"

"I'm sorry," I say as my mouth shivers.

"No, don't say that. We have to get you to a hospital," He takes off his jacket and puts it on me.

"No. No hospital." I hate hospitals. I giggle inside.

"But your bleeding. A lot. What exactly do?"

"I bumped my head and fell back." At least that's what I remember.

"I have an idea, we can take you to Aunt Areum," I nod my head in agreement. Aunt Areum is a doctor. He pulls bandages from his trunk and wraps them around my head. He helps me up and plays me in the car "Stay sitting like this if you lay down, you will lose more blood," He gets in the driver's seat and drives out. I see a man run behind the car through the rearview mirror. It's a tall Korean man. He is young.

"Gwen," He yells. Me? Why is he yelling my name? I don't know why that stranger is calling me.

"Grandpa why is that man yelling my name?"

"Who?"

"Look behind us," He moves his attention to the rearview mirror.

"You don't know him?"

"No. Do you?"

"You don't remember, Alejandro?"

"Alejandro? I don't know anyone by that name." I chuckle. Grandpa doesn't say anything and speeds up the pace of the car.