Waking up as Harriet

The Truth - Chris POV

Chris POV

There she was, on the other side of the room, looking like she always did. Soft brown hair, the colour of toffee parted slightly to the side, tousled from her habit of running her fingers through her hair. There were the occasional fly-always at the side that she had always hated but I thought made her look cute. Her rosy red lips that gave her dimples as she smiled; a smile that meant that you couldn’t help but smile right back at her. Deep pools of green flecked with orange that made up her eyes, curved slightly upwards at the end. Thin, gently arching eyebrows that she scrunched together when she was thinking or angry. Eyelashes that looked so heavy making you wonder how she ever opens her eyes against the weight. A light dusting of freckles on her cheeks completed the picture that was Harriet. This was the girl I knew so well. The girl that always ate cookies on Wednesday’s, was scared of clowns and still had all the toys in her bedroom from when she was younger.

But the fates were cruel to us, stripping me of my best friend and replacing her with a shell without a single memory of the times we had shared. Not one. She couldn’t remember ever playing on the swings in the park. She couldn’t remember eating ice-cream until we were sick on multiple times. She couldn’t remember the hours we had spent in the woods making dens in our childhood.

The part that tore my heart out my chest the most was that she couldn’t remember me.

For the past 3 months I had visited her whenever I could, talking to her, prayed that she would wake up. Was there any more I could have done?

She stirred and looked towards me with a confused look on her face.

            “Are you still here? I thought you would be gone by now.”

I held back tears, staring at the girl who no longer looked to me as a source of friendship. The brutality of it all sunk in, she would never be the same best friend I used to have.

            “Yeh, thought you might want the company” The look on her face still portrayed bemusement. I thought she would want someone to talk to, but now we had nothing to talk about. The nurse kept saying that maybe after a while the memories would come back and she would be the same Harriet we knew and loved. I was praying to whatever God that may be out there, please let that be true.

This is my first story on Wattpad and it is probably rubbish. Any comments would be very very helpful and I promise right now that I will read every single one. My grammar is terrible and so is my spelling but I blame that on my Mum and Dad. Don’t be afraid to say that it is terrible but it would be nice if you could give me reasons why so I can improve.

Thanks,

Kim