Immaculate Misconception [r.h] ✓

Eight

Two Weeks Later

Nothing. I have remembered nothing in two, goddamn weeks. The last thing I recalled was meeting Andy Biersack and his girlfriend (my apparent best friend) Juliet Simms. I was getting so sick of this, I just wanted to remember. How hard could it really be to remember something? I've tried so hard, I look at countless amounts of pictures, watch countless amounts of videos off the guys' Instagram or Twitter's, I was even told something about knowing them accidentally from Balz and yet I still come up short. I'm actually quite sick of it, and am suddenly over-joyed about my doctor's visit today.

By the end of next week, it'll be an entire month since I got out of the hospital. I got a call a couple days ago from Dr. Burke, asking about how I was doing. She said I had to schedule a check-up appointment with her and said it was mandatory. So here I am, sitting in the passenger seat of Ghost's car while he drives me to the hospital.

One might ask why Ghost is going with me, and not Chris or Ricky. But the answer was simple: Ghost is still the only person to know I've remembered anything. The guilt of not telling anyone was starting to eat me alive, but it was like something I couldn't help but keep secret. I trusted everybody in MIW, I really did, but the words never formed in my mouth to tell them the memories I've been blessed with to recall. Ghost is probably my best friend that is a guy, to which he said isn't that different from how things used to be. Apparently we were always really close, almost like siblings. The difference was we didn't constantly fight, more like bickered here and there, and weren't literally related by blood.

The car stopped and I realized Ghost parked in front of the hospital. It was nerve wracking, knowing I was about to see a doctor. But I couldn't be the first human being on earth to be this way. We walked inside, and I went up to the front desk with Ghost right beside me.

"Hello, how may I help you?" the nurse at the desk asked politely, and I saw Ghost visibly relax.

Most people judged others like him, which I found pretty sickening. He looked more stylish than me, that is for certain. But this nurse didn't look like the judging type, she had many ear piercings and I saw holes beneath her bottom lip on both sides. And if I correctly saw what I assume I did, she had a neon green tongue piercing. Her raven black hair was pulled back, a few wavy pieces of hair around her face while she had straight bangs covering her forehead. She was impeccably pretty, I sort of wished I looked more like her.

"Hello, I'm here for an appointment with Dr. Burke at one-thirty-five." I finally replied.

"What's your name?" the nurse asked.

"Sara Martin." I said.

She was quick to tap the keys on her keyboard, and click around with her mouse until presumably finding me listed someplace.

"Oh yes, here you are. If you would take a seat in the waiting room, she'll be out shortly." the lady instructed.

"Thank you,"

I walked towards a seat and sat down, Ghost of course right beside me. I took a deep breath, and my leg started bouncing up and down. It was like I suddenly had ADHD or something, but I don't. I would've remembered that, since its typically a life-long thing. Ghost set one of his hands on my thigh, calming my shaking leg. I looked over at him with a small yet still nervous smile, and he returned it without the nervous part.

I think he could tell I was feeling a little uneasy about this, hell I think anybody that looked at me could see I was uneasy about this. The butterflies would attack my stomach non-stop, and turn into dinosaurs every time those double doors opened and somebody would come out for another person. I wasn't even certain if Dr. Burke herself was coming out to get me or if another nurse was, which only ended up heightening my feelings on quite possibly vomiting.