I'm finally getting discharged from the hospital. Of course, jasmine came in to get me.
Jasmine- "Well then, it's your time to leave. But still you can always text me after all."
"Yeah."
Jasmine escorted me down the stairs, and Sam came to pick me up along with her girlfriend. She told me her name was Emma, even though she called her Em.
I waved jasmine goodbye, and sat down in the backseat of Sam's 1990 porsche.
Sam- "Hey! Why'd you still not got your bandages off?"
"I'm not sure if I want to yet. I need to get myself ready."
When I arrived at my friend's apartment, I went upstairs to my old room that they reminded me of, and stared into the mirror. I built up the courage to take off the bandages. With closed eyes, I felt my skin grow cold as it finally got to breathe. I opened my eyes, and with surprise relized I didn't lose had of my brain or anything, all I had was a scar across my eye. Obviously you could see that the right side of my face was redder but it wasn't half as bad.
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Remembering the Forgotten
MaceraRtF is a story about a girl that got into a car crash when she was driving home from a party her and her friends hosted. When she woke up from the coma, she didn't remember anything from that night. Feeling like her friends were hiding something fro...
