Happily Ever After.. No (SQ to Not A Regular Girl)

Chapter 19

"Nothing yet? Okay, thank you and call me when you find something, anything, even a shoe, just call!" I impatiently say to the detective I have hired to find my grandma through the phone while I get up from my seat as the nurse signals me is my turn.

"Of course." We say bye and I throw my phone into my purse as I get inside the doctor's office.

"Hey, Angie," he smiles at me and I smile back politely.

"Hey, Dr. Stewart," I greet back and take a seat on the white office spinning chair.

"Okay so how are you? Have you been having any flashbacks? Remembering anything?" He asks and I nod.

"I'm okay. And yeah, but not many. They are sort of blurry images that pop into my head and suddenly a new, or old, piece of information is added to my head. It's weird." I say and he smiles.

"I can imagine but it's good. And besides that have you been having any sudden headaches? Something out of the normal?" He asks and I shake my head.

"Not that I recall. But doctor, is there anything I can do? I feel lost not being to remember. I'm happy I lost some memories, but while I'm looking for my grandma the best would be if I remembered anything. So, is there any therapy? Something that can get part of my memory back?" I ask and he shakes his head, a pity look which I hate. I'm not looking for pity, I'm looking for help, medical help that he should provide me because he is a damn doctor!

"No, unfortunately there is no cure for amnesia but your memory is still there in your brain but there is like some sort of block that doesn't let you see it, remember so it needs to be removed. I have heard that people with amnesia tend to remember when they go through the same thing again, something similar. You could reunite with your friends and family and just tell them to take you to places they had taken you before, maybe that will wake a bit of your memory, but there is no treatment, no prescriptions, nothing. I'm sorry." He says while knotting his fingers together and placing them on his stomach.

"Okay, thank you for your great help." I say and get up from my seat, throwing my purse over my shoulder.

"Oh and Angie, I was thinking maybe we could have di-"

"Let's leave it professionally, patient to doctor, okay. Bye Hank." I walk out of his office and take my phone out to call Sam which was too lazy to accompany me to the doctor and preferred to watch Games of Thrones. What's the point of watching that show if everybody dies there? That's what I heard.

"Yo bean!" I hear crunchy sounds meaning she is eating and I roll my eyes.

"Yo white, what are you doing?" I blankly say while walking out of the hospital to meet up with a couple of paparazzi, causing me to roll my eyes.

I grab my sunglasses from the top of my head and put them on, showing the middle finger. I reach my dad's car, which he has loaned me for the day, and unlock it. "Eating and eating." She answers and I put the phone on speaker, not wanting to get into another accident and forget everything, not just parts. Or get a ticket.

I start the car and soon drive away, passing all the stupid paparazzi that will probably make a rumor about Justin getting me pregnant because I was visiting the hospital. "I'm on my way home, so get dressed we are going back to Mississippi." I say and I hear her choke.

"What?!" She coughs and I start laughing as I find her reaction funny.

"You heard me," I pull up my sunglasses and suddenly my phone vibrates on my leg telling me someone else is calling me.

I look down at my lap and see the name Devil #1, causing me to furrow my eyebrows. I don't remember calling anyone Devil #1. "Hey, I'm getting another call so wait a second." I don't wait for her response and press answer.