Remember Me

Chapter 2

"Just because I don't know you, doesn't mean I don't want to." I whisper honestly.

This man, he cares about me, and he might be the last person who does. It would be stupid to give that up. The corners of his mouth turn upwards into a smile. 

"Well then," He claps his hands, and rubs them together. "Doc said that I can take you home today, so lets get going shall we?" "We shall." I confirm.

As we are walking out the room, I spot my reflection on my old IV pole, and I almost cringe. Even though I lost my memory, I can tell you that greasy hair and oily skin are not the latest fashion trends.

"Um, Caleb, do you mind if I take a shower? I just feel kind of gross right now." I ask him blushing a bit, because I was slightly embarrassed. "Oh yeah, duh. I almost forgot, I brought you some clothes and stuff from my apartment." He pulls a drawstring bag off of his back, and tosses it to me.

"Oh awesome! Thanks!" I say and I run into the bathroom closing the door behind me. I open the bag and sort through the contents. A pair of jean shorts, a white tank top, a light blue flannel, underwear, and some navy converse are on the very top of the bag. Below that, I find a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, and a makeup bag. I open the makeup bag, and I find a razor right on top. Beneath that, some shaving gel.

I turn the water on for the shower, and undress myself. I go over to the sink while the shower is still heating up, and wash my face with the bar of soap. I grab the shampoo and conditioner, and set them on the counter.

"Which goes first Tessie?" I ask myself out loud. "Think..." I open up the conditioner, and squeeze a bit out onto my hand. I rub my hands together, and nothing happens except my hands feel a bit greasy. "Nope." I say out loud. I open the shampoo and put some in my hands. I rub them together, and small bubbles appear in my palm. "Perfect." I say quietly.

I hop in the shower, and lather my hair with the shampoo. While performing the usual shower activities, I start to cry. I let the tears fall, and mix with the water before running down the drain. I cry for my parents, for Caleb, and for my forgotten friends. The one person I never cry for is myself. I know I am a strong girl, and I don't need nor want to pity myself.

Once I am done, I turn off the water and step out of the shower. I put on the clothes, and throw my damp hair up into a ponytail. I then pull out the makeup bag, and go through all of the products, reading their labels so I know what they are for. In the end, I choose three products, concealer, mascara, and lip balm. I was too scared and lazy to try anything else.

I pop the products onto my face, and walk out of the bathroom, feeling more confident about my appearance. "Ready to go?" Caleb asks when I step out. "Yep!" I respond smiling. I was so ready to get out of there.

We check out quickly and walk outside into the parking lot.

"Okay, where to?" Caleb asks once we are seated in his car. "Hmm..." I tap my chin jokingly. "I don't know, you pick. I can't remember anything, remember?" It was meant to be a joke, but the car immediately fills with silence. 

Caleb clears his throat and says, "Well I know where we can go." He starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot.

I reach for the radio with one hand, and roll the window down with the other. I close my eyes, and let a blissful sigh escape my lips. Country music plays softly in the background. I tap the beat of the song with my fingers until a large hand settles on top of my small one. My eyes snap open, and I snatch my hand away, the moment of peace ruined.

"Oh, sorry." Caleb pulls his hand back. "It's too soon. Just a habit." He says. "No, its ok, you just startled me that's all." I grab his hand and place it on mine. He draws circles on the back of my hand with his thumb. I close my eyes again, but something feels wrong.