Forget me not

Chapter 2

Charlotte walked around what she had been told was her home. She touched all the painting and furniture, hoping they would spark her memory. Nothing.

She sat on the floor and a tear slipped from her eye. "Charlotte?" Her mother called. Charlotte quickly wiped her one tear away.

"Yes mam?" She responded. "I'm going to go to the store. Are you going to be okay alone for a while?" Her mom asked as she rounded the corner and smiled at Charlotte. Charlotte smiled back "yes, I'll be fine."

Her mom leaned towards her, as if to kiss Charlotte's forehead but pulled away. She smiled sadly and walked back towards the garage.

Charlotte got up and walked around the house, searching for her room. When she finally found it, she sat on the bed and hugged one of the pillows.

A knock on the door made her head shoot up. She made her way to the front door and peeked through the window. A tall boy with black hair, a good build, and he was around the age of 14.

Charlotte opened the for slowly. The boy smiled, "hey. My names John. I heard what happened and I just wanted to check up on you." Charlotte smiled weakly. "Um, I'm Charlotte, and yeah. It sucks pretty bad." He chuckled, "I'm sure your memory will come back soon" she grinned "yeah. Hopefully. Well, um, it was nice meeting you. Maybe I'll see you around sometime?" "Definitely" he responded and shook her hand.

A shock seemed to shoot up her arm and she pulled away. "Bye" "bye" Charlotte shut the door and leaned against it. She could've sworn she'd seen the boy before.