With Loss

15. What the hell is a five sauce?

"You were a mistake" he spits.

"No!" I cry looking down at the cars below.

"Yes don't deny it. Nobody cares about you" he says and his hand goes to my back.

He pushes me. I try to grab the railing but I'm too late. Every thing seems like it's in slow motion. I look up at the black figure that pushed me. Dad?

And then bam. I'm on the ground barely breathing.

"Amethyst" someone says and I shoot up hyperventilating.

Some girl puts a cold wet wash cloth on my forehead and it sort of calms me down. My heart beat is the only thing I can hear right now. I try to take in the scenery but freak out even more when I see I'm in a hospital. Was the dream real?

"I'll go get the doctor" she says a couple minutes after I calm down.

A man walks in seconds later with a clipboard in his hand.

"Hello Amethyst how are you doing?" He asks.

"Why am here?" I ask straight away.

"What do you remember last?" He asks avoiding my question.

"Um coming home from school" I shrug.

"Okay now what day and year is it?" He asks and I look at him confused.

"It's August 26, 2011" I answer.

"No!" He whispers, "Amethyst its July 1, 2012" he says and my eyes widen.

"I lost 10 months of my life?" I ask and he nods.

I feel tears on my cheek and I move my hand to wipe them away. Something rough hits my cheek. I look down at my wrists. They're covered with bandages.

"What happened to me?" I ask tears still falling from my eyes.

"You passed out from blood loss and hit your head" he explains and I move one of my hands to my head.

There's a small bandage on my forehead. What did I do to myself?

"How long have I been in here?" I ask scarred.

"A month" he says blankly.

A hand goes to my mouth and I close my eyes shaking my head.

"Why don't you get some rest for now" he says and I nod.

I watch as he walks out the door. I was in here for a month? I can't believe this. All of this is crazy. I lay back down feeling extremely tired for some reason. I let myself fall asleep again.

--

"What's wrong?" I hear someone ask.

"I'm sorry Mr. Irwin but she has no memory of after school started" the doctor answers.

Who's Mr. Irwin?

"That means no memory of me" I hear the first one speak again.

"I'm sorry but she thinks it's August 26, 2011. When she fell she hit her head on her dresser drawer that must've done some damage" the doctor says.

Must of? I lost 10 months of my life.

"Must of? It did do damage!" The first one -who I think is Mr. Irwin- exclaims.

"Mr. Irwin you need to quiet down" the doctor says.

No I wanna hear this.

"No! To many times have I held her these past 9 months" held me? "Many times that girl saved me. You can't just tell me she doesn't remember me. She has too" Mr. Irwin says getting quieter at the end.