Music and life aren't they the same?

Chapter 29

Dad sat on the bed I was sitting on. "I heard you lost you memories" Dad spoke.

"Did I?" I questioned. I had no idea what they all were talking about. How did I lose my memories. Well knowing me it must have been in a stupid way.

Dad nodded and then chuckled "It's funny how you lost your memories"

I KNEW IT!! I started at my dad with a 'Are you kidding me?' face.

"Sorry" Dad coughed.

"Dad where is brother?" I suddenly asked.

Dad's eyes widened he then looked at his feet."Dad?.." I called out again, he still hadn't replied to me. He probably is lost in his thoughts so I called out to him again "Dad"

"Huh?" Dad seemed to have snapped out his thoughts "Oh sorry"

"So where's big brother?" I asked once again.

"Oh he is gone out of city for work" Dad said hesitantly. He looked like he was hiding something, I was about to ask what he was hiding when the doctor came in.

"Oh good news Midori" The doctor smiled in glee "You can be discharged by tomorrow"

"Really?" I asked to make sure I could get out of being surrounded by these four walls by tomorrow. The doctor nodded. Sparkles could be visible in my eyes.

The doctor left. Now's my chance. "Da-" I was cut off by someone's phone ringing.

"Excuse me" The phone belonged to none other then.... my dad. ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!

I sighed. It could just be me who was imagining things. Shrugging off that feeling, I grabbed the glass of water that was placed on the table beside my bed.

"Sorry Midori, I have to go" Dad apologized. After finishing my water and placing the glass back on the table, I pouted.

"Oh come on don't be sad" Dad smiled as he ruffled my hair.

"Okay" Midori grinned "But you have to come tomorrow"

"Okay" Dad said and walked towards the door. Saying bye he left.

I sighed. "Welp, this will be a long day" I said to myself. I was sitting still for two minutes when I suddenly got up. "I can't sit anymore"

walking around the room I was admitted to I remembered something. " I should write a song, after all that's what I used to do according to those people I don't remember" But there was a problem.

"What kind of songs did I write?" Sighing I sat on the couch that was placed under a window.

Putting my knees on the couch I looked out the window, I saw a couple walking together laughing. I then saw a shop down the street where they sold plastic rings. That's when an idea hit me.

I should write a love song. But did I ever write a love song? maybe. Well I will find out once I show those people my work.

Well time to work. But then there was another problem. "I need a pencil and paper" I sighed again.

I walked out of the room there was a nurse walking along the hallway so I called out to her.

"Excuse me"

I think she heard me that's why she turned around. "Yes?" She questioned as she walked towards me.

"Could I get a paper and a pencil?" I requested.