The Boy in the Park

Chapter 5: You never bought me that ice-cream.

"Is she okay?" I hear someones voice in the distance. I open my eyes and a white ceiling greets me. White ceiling? I've never seen a white ceiling before...

I sit up quickly starting to panic and am greeted by dizziness. Oh, this is just great. I'm in a room I've never seen before in my life and I can't see. Once my dizziness is cleared, I see that the voice is coming from behind a door.

I get off the small bed I was laying on and slowly walk to the door. I reach up to the silver doorknob, but before I can grasp onto it the door swings open and whacks my arm. I hiss. Fudge, fudge, fudge, fudge. That hurt. That really hurt.

"Oh, shit. I'm so sorry, Rylie." I look down at my arm and realize there's a blue cast around my forearm and upper arm. The fudge happened? I look up and meet someones deep brown eyes...

Woah...

A boy is standing in front of me. His chocolate brown hair is a mess on his head as if he's been running his fingers through it. He's wearing a leather jacket, and white tee underneath of it, with blue jeans, and black converse.

Realizing he's staring at me, I tilt my head. Why is someone so hot talking to me? Actually. Why?

"Uh..." is all I seem to say, "W-who are you?"

He seems caught off guard by my question because his dark, thick eyebrows raise and his eyes widen, "You're not being serious are you?"

Why would I be joking? "No," I start and relief crosses his face, "I'm just asking because I totally know who you are," I say trying to be sarcastic. Confusion masks his beautifully chiselled face.

"What do you mean?" he asks quietly.

"Who. Are. You." I say slowly. He raises his hands to his hair and runs his fingers through it repeatedly.

Thought so.

He starts to pace around the room, "No, no, no, no, no," he mumbles in panic.

"Dude," I say seriously, "You didn't answer my question." the boy looks over at me and stalks over to me. He cups my face in his hand and my eyes go wide.

Please let go of me. Please. You may be hot, but my mom told me not to talk, especially not make physical contact with strangers.

"You have to remember me," he stats with pleading eyes.

I look at him and instantly feel guilty, "Although I would love to have a friend as hot as you, I've never seen you in my life." I honestly say. I know I called him hot, but it's not like I'm ever going to see him again. No need to lie. He's eyes widened in shock... again, when I mentioned the word hot.

It seems like he's trying to relax. He drops his hands from my face and holds his right hand out, "Sam," he introduces himself.

I reach out to his hand and shake it. "I like that name!" I grin at him widely, and he smiles as well, showing his pearly white teeth. I open my mouth to say my name but am stopped short.

I don't know my name.

I do not know... my own name.

How is that possible!?

Rebecca? Bailey?

No. No. That doesn't seem right.

I start to panic, and my breathing becomes heavy. Sam seems to notice this because he grabs my shoulders.

"Your names Rylie." Oh yeah... Rylie. "I'll be right back." He says bluntly. He turns around and walks out of the room slamming the door behind him.