Remembering Them

Chapter One

*Dream*

"Slow down" I giggled as we zoomed around another corner, bits of popcorn flinging across the car and hitting the window. "Why should i? This is fun plus it will make the video better" He replied, pressing down on the accelerator and going even faster. "Yeah but going this fast might make us crash idiot" i muttered before turning to my right and looking out the window.

"Jessica, Jessica please wake up. Don't be dead.. please. Jessica" Someone was pleading, crying, begging for me to wake up as they shook my body, looking for any hint that i was alive. I struggled to open my eyes, flinching as i was met with bright lights flashing in my face-red, blue and white. "Jessica...you're alive. Guys Jessica is alive, she's not dead" A masculine voice yelled as he held me close, i could feel the tears on his cheeks.

"Where am i?" i questioned as i took in my surroundings, there was a car on my right and another next to it, they were both upside down."We had a car crash Jessica" the masculine voice replied bringing my attention back to him, he looked familiar, like i knew him but i didn't. "Who are you?" i asked, squinting my eyes as the lights continued to flash. "Are you playing silly Jessica? You know me" he replied, concern flashing across his face as he looked down at me.

"I really have no idea who you are, or who anyone else is" I said as i took in the other people standing around me, they all looked to be my age. "Shit" one of the other boys muttered before walking over to what i presumed to be and ambulance officer. "I'm so sorry Jessica" the boy who was holding me choked out as he began crying again, softly rocking me back and forth as he continued to mutter "i'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

*End of dream*

I woke up sweating again, it was the same dream as always, never giving me new information but always managing to wake me up. I hated it. I hated the way it came to me every night taunting me, it was a sick game that my mind played on me. Teasing me with a flash of my past, of what happened that night three months ago.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes before rolling out of bed and trudging out to the kitchen like i did every night. I yawned and grabbed a glass of water before sitting down on one of the stools an rubbing my forehead. I had a headache again. I pulled open the top cabinet and pulled out a couple of Advil, swallowing them effortlessly as i was used to it- having to have them every night made you a pro at swallowing them.

I picked up my phone that i left on the bench the night before and checked my messages, it was just the usual ones from my mother reminding me to do stuff in the morning as she was never here when i woke up. My phone buzzed and i opened the messages expecting another chore my mother had set for me but instead saw a new message from an unknown number.

Unknown number; Hey Jessica, i'm sorry it took so long to get back in contact with you. It's just been a bit stressful on our side. All the boys are moping around blaming themselves for what happened. They don't even have the courage to talk to you, too scared of rejection. Although we all know that would never happen. Anyway i was wondering if i could possibly pop around later today and see you for a bit? That's if you and your mother aren't busy. Liz xx

I read the message over and over a few times, racking my brains for who Liz could be but of course i didn't remember. I thought about it for a few seconds, debating whether or not i should say yes and let her come around. I mean i did want to talk to her and see if she would tell me anything seeing as my mother didn't want to, but i was also scared. I mean why now after all these months? Why didn't she come and visit earlier? Why didn't she come and see me when i was in hospital? I thought over it for a few more minutes before sighing and typing out my message.

Hey Liz! I'm sorry but i don't actually remember who you are. It sucks i know, i mean i must know you seeing as you're texting me, right? Anyway about the visit it's fine with me and i'm sure my mother won't mind, not that she's here in the first place, she's off at work and won't be home until late. Why don't you come around for lunch? We can talk then and i can make you these scones that my mother says are the best scones around. Jessica (: