The Stories

Rememeber me

Amnesia is the worst possible thing to have when your life was going so well. It was as if getting hit by a brick, because it was literally a brick.

My name is Amelia Jant. I'm 17. I have a best friend name Kate. I have a dad and a brother. I go to Lincoln High School. But that's ....all I remember. That's all.

Now I'm standing here, in an empty hallway with a boy in front of me telling me I was his lover. It was four in the afternoon. Everyone was probably at home by now. But he told me to stay, to help me remember....to beg me to remember.

Tears were in his blue sparkling eyes. "You have to remember! You're the only person that I ever trusted! You were the other part of me!" He pleaded to me. He grabbed my hand firmly but I tugged away frightened of how easy it was for him yo grab them.

"You used to love me holding your hand." His voice cracked. My heart beat was quick. I felt guilty that I couldn't remember him.

"I-I'm sorry...I...I'm sorry I can't remember..." I looked down, my eyes dreary. He must be heart broken I thought, he seems so in love....and I can't even remember a thing.

He grabbed my hand and ran into a classroom. "What are you doing?!" I said frightened. He went to the desk in the very front.

He slammed his hand on the desk, "This is where we met! You have to remember this. Freshman year? This is where you took my pencil because you didn't have one so I had to write with a pen."
His voice was eager, eager for me to remember. His eyes anxious for my reply.

"I'm sorry...I dont-" I tried to tell him but he grabbed my arm and ran to the cafeteria. "Wait a minute!" I shouted as I was dragged into the cafeteria.

He stopped at one of the rounded cafeteria table, "See this is where we both had to share a pizza because their were no more left in the cafeteria. You took the crust because that was your favorite part." He made a motion as if he was eating.

I shook my head, "I'm sorry, I cant-" he cut me off grabbing my hand to pull me to our other destination. Guilt filled me. It hurt that he had so much hope for me that I didn't have for myself.

He took me outside to the front yard of the school. He took me to a huge oak tree to the right of the school. He panted to catch his breath, "This is where you asked me out. That day I tried asking you out but I was so scared. I tried every period and lunch but I just couldn't. My last try was at this tree and right when I was about to say it you said, 'Come on, Ryan man up. Do I have to do it for you?' Then you gave me a hug and I said yes. I felt like a wimp that day but that was the day of my life finally found its meaning."

He panted so badly. I could tell he was out of breath. Tears glistened in my eyes. Guilt started to stream through my blood.

He then grabbed my arm again and pulled me to the hallway we stood in the last time. I pulled away from him. "What are you doing?! I need to show you these places! It the only way!" He shouted.

His eyes filled with terror and grief that he was going to lose me, and he was. His chest heaved up and down, from the running. I could tell he wasn't athletic. His expression was so determined, so hopeful to help me remember.

Guilt filled my body, drowning it in a pool of guilt and anger. Anger to myself, I'm letting this poor boy suffer, because I was a stupid fool. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't hold it in anymore, the guilt or the anger.

"I'm sorry...I'm...I'm..so sorry." I sniffed. I wiped my tears trying not to let him see me in tears. He looked up at me. He grabbed my hand in his big warm hands. He looked into my eyes. Tears streamed down his eyes as well.

I could tell he was hurting, that he knew it was over. It was too late for me to remember. The doctor said I'd never get back the memories I haven't recovered after twenty four hours of me being awakened by the amnesia.

"But this is the place..." His voice cracked, "The place I made the biggest mistake of my life. I yelled, I screamed, I did the worst of things, just because of a stupid fight with some other dude."

He put his hand to my cheek. His hands warmed my face. "This is the place I cut us off." Tears streamed down his face faster, "But now I'm going tie our strings back together...cause I'm never going to forget you."

He took out a string from his small pocket in his shirt. It was a red string with the name 'Amelia' on it. Then, without thinking I took a string out of my right pants pocket. His a red string with a name 'Ryan' on it.

He looked at me shocked, then tied them together carefully. "There..." He said giving it to me.

I put it in my right pocket. Suddenly....I kisses him. Tears streamed down my face even more. Flashes went through my head. Flashes of everything and anything. Flashes...of us.

Once we both let go we both looked into each others eyes.

"Remember me?"

"How could I ever forget?"