It was like over the next few weeks I could feel my memories slipping away from me, my past was being erased from me, and there was nothing I could do about it. I hadn't smoked a cigarette in 6 weeks, or drank any alcohol. The longing and craving was eating me alive, being cooped up in this stingy hospital room, watching people leave daily only to be replaced by another sick person, who then eventually left also. The only person who stayed in the room as long as I have was in the bed beside me, a boy named Trent, we talked everyday, his final days, he was terminally sick with cancer, he had only about a week left to live. Trent made me realise that there are people worse off than I am, I'm lucky, in a way, that the accident didn't kill me or leave me a vegetable.
I'm free tomorrow, while I've been in the hospital, I used half my life savings to get my car repaired, but I couldn't drive it until I take my test again; so i have to stay here in Tennessee until I can drive again.
-2 weeks later-
I bought an an apartment in the centre of town, and some clothes, thankfully the apartment was already furnished so I didn't have to by anything else. It wasn't much, but it was my home for now.
Frustrated with spending all time inside, I planned to go into town, for the first time since I had been clothes shopping, I showered and put on some grey skinny jeans, checkered shirt and a pair of vans, then grabbed my much loved backpack and threw it over my shoulder. It was early morning, so i caught a bus into the town, it was a small place, very country and I could always smell BBQ in the air.
The bus journey took about 20 minutes, I hopped off and walked aimlessly into a cafe that weekend inviting for lunch. I took a table in the corner, by the window so I was in the sunlight, I never was a big fan of the dark. A girl is vaguely recognised walked over to take my order, she looked me up and down, as if she was shocked to see me. "Its you! I met you on the plane!" I didn't remember her... But she had that voice, and those eyes... I remembered her, I know i did... Memories of her came flooding back, she was...
"OLLIE! What the hell are y' doin' in Tennessee?"
"I caught a connecting flight here... I'm working here for the money to pay rent for my apartment"
She really was beautiful, more now than the little pieces of her that I could remember, her soft brown hair fell perfectly around her face, and the long sweatshirt she was wearing with tights hugged her figure perfectly, I've never seen such a beautiful girl in my life, and just like that, before I had a chance to stop myself i asked her "Would you like to hang out sometime?"
"Um yeah sure... here's my number" she wrote out her number on a piece of paper then took my order of chips and a slushy. When my order arrived she sat opposite of me, and I explained what had happened in the past few weeks, she sat intently and listened with care and concern on her face.
