Forget to remember

Chapter 1

I manage to catch a slight glimpse of the view of the clouds that drain out the sun, but even that doesn't last long.
"Excuse me, would you like any beverages?" A flight attendant says, slightly leaning towards me.  She wears a dark blue cardigan, an emerald scarf that match her striking eyes and a blue skirt.

"Not today, thank you for the offer though." I offer her my most welcoming smile.
She smiles back and then walks away, her strawberry blonde hair pulled back tightly in a bun. I look over my younger sister's shoulder, trying to look out the window.
"Rêver? For goodness' sake! Stop looking over Ingrid's shoulder, it's annoying her!" My mother says, frowning as she shuts the plane's window flap.
I sigh loudly.
"Rêver! STOP!"
"I hate you." I mutter under my breath, just loud enough for mum to hear.
My sister, Ingrid, pokes her tongue out at me. I just stare back at her in complete disgrace.
I abruptly shift to the right side of my seat, the plane tilting to the side.
The tilting deepens, a scream escaping me, everyone in the plane joining me.
"The emergency landin-

We fall into the sea. I watch as my mother reaches for my hand. I take it.
"I love you my sweet, sweet Rêver.."
"I lo-
I watch my mother gradually sink in the water, her grip loosening. Her beautiful face is covered by a large layer of water. I let a tear fall down my cheek, watching it fall, creating a ripple. It hurts so bad to know that the last thing I told her was I hate you.
My stomach pinches at the side, my chest tightening with guilt.
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My eyelids part from each other quickly, my pupil's enlarging as my heart rate speeds up, my breaths shortening. It's only a dream. But it's also my past. Tears fall as I curl up, my face now buried within my knees. I rock back and forth, the coolness of the summer air flowing through the slightly opened window. I catch my breath, my sight adjusting to the darkness.

A nurse runs to my room, the light switch filicking on, her voice asking;
"Are you okay?"
"Yes. Just a bad dream, thank you." I offer her a reassuring smile.
"If you need anything just press the red button," she says sweetly.
"Thanks."
She leaves, the door shutting behind her. I'm done with this place. I hate this hospital, but it's all I've got. I look around the room and my sight fixes against my escape, the window. It's summer, they rarely lock the windows as it is hot. Mine is open. I smile, the ends curling even more, suddenly turning into a smirk.
I wriggle out of the bed and grab my phone, which lays next to the red button. I have an idea. It's no fun, just to run away.
I slip my phone in the pocket, from my tight dark jeans. The red button lays in my hand.
I walk over to the window, my shoes on the side. I slap on my black converses, watching overhead as the curtains flow inward, a small breeze knotting up my hair. I brush my hair off my face with my hand, ready to escape. I open the window completely. It's small, but I manage to squeeze through. I run on the pavement, making my way to the park just in front the hospital. I duck under a bush. I pull out my phone, dialling the hospital number.
"Hello?" I say in a deep voice.
"Hello, what can we help you with today?" They answer.
"I just wanted to tell you that I believe that your service is horrible, I am going to report it to the police," I manage to speak, a slight laugh leaving me.
"I believe that is nonsense,"
"Okay then. Where's that girl in room 7 of area 19?" I say.
"Pardon?" They ask.
I press the red button.
"I am closer than you think."
They cut me off.
I hear screams as they see that I am not in the room. I laugh quietly and throw the red button near the window, it falls straight in and the nurses scream even more.
I run out, when they're looking away.
Sometimes I don't know if I've gone too far, as my memory is failing. Last week I was diagnosed with, well... Something I can't remember. Tricky, long words like that confuse me. I forget them very easily. Without my mother here, I have no on to teach me what's right or wrong, as I forget the rules.
I run and then stop. Where am I running? Wait. Why am I running? From who? Why?
Confusement takes over my head.
I listen to the cars driving past. I hear a song on the radio. Then I remember my friend, Jaune. She's French. That's the song we danced to when we met in dance studio.
She recently moved somewhere near here. I can go over to her house!
I wait for a taxi to come and embark the first one.
"Could you please take me to 7 Vine Yard street please?"
"Sure," the taxi driver mutters.
After a 2 minute drive, I arrive. I wish I'd walked.
I pay him with some coins I find at the bottom of my jacket pocket.
"Merci." I say. It's French for thank you. Jaune taught me.
I knock on the wooden door, with slight dents through it. Jaune comes to the door.
"Rêver! How are you?" She wraps her arms around me.
"I was in a plane crash." I whisper tears spilling down my cheeks.
"Don't be ridiculous. What happened?"
"I am telling the truth. My mom and my sister are go-" I stop myself from finishing the sentence, a sob interrupting me.
"Oh. That's what was on the news the other day! Sorry. Come in."
Her house is warm, the fireplace crackling.
"Sorry the house is cold." She says.
"It's very warm!" I say.
"Aww... How long have you been outside for?"
"I only prank called the hospital, before escaping, and then I took a taxi here, but my blood pressure is down."
" You escaped from the hospital?!" She sounds shocked.
"Aren't you proud of me?" I say.
"I am taking you back!" She says, anger in her tone.
"What?" I ask, confused.
"You can run away from detention, you can ditch school. But you DONT ESCAPE FROM A HOSPITAL! You need all those supplies and doctors to help you and stuff!" She yells.
"I.. Uh- sorry.. It was my last night there anyways. Its just, they would of put me in the foster system if I hadn't have left." I tell her.
"Oh, in that case then... Woo hoo! Way to go girlfriend. I taught you well!" She starts dancing around.
I laugh.
"Mum, Rêver is sleeping over tonight, ok?"
"Whatever. Just no trouble." Her mum replies.
"Ok!" She says, bubbling with excitement.
I follow her upstairs. Tracing her footsteps.
I sit on her bed.
"What's new?" I ask her.
" Well... There's this boy. Ace... Oh, well... He's um- he's. Uh.. I-"
"You like him?" I ask, my eyebrows raised at her. She dresses and looks girly, but she's exactly the opposite. You'd never picture her with a boy.
"He lives up the road. He's a bit of a daredevil too." She looks out the window, her eyelashes lowered.
"Jaune, ask him out? You're 16 for goodness sake!"
"He already did. We ditched school together last week." She smiles.
"Good girl. First boyfriend sounds like he's perfect for you." I elbow her.
"Stop. Ok?" She laughs.
Boy stuff is new to her. I don't blame her.