Remember

[22]

The day for Brooklyn to be released from the hospital had finally arrived, and she was back to her old functioning self.

Well, her body was at least, not so much her memory.

It was weird. She couldn't remember a single thing and the more she tried to wrack her brain for more answers, she would only end up with a head ache.

"So," Brooklyn turned her head to look at her mother, whom was driving the car. They were headed back to her house.

"Who were we meeting? On that day that I can't seem to remember?" she asked her mother. She didn't want to try and remember on her own anymore. She wanted someone to tell her, in the hopes that her memory would just spontaneously come back to her.

"Sweetheart," her mother started to say, "The doctor's orders were-"

"I know mum. But, I-I'm just so lost. I want to know" Brooklyn interuppted her mother. The doctor's orders were to not tell her anything at all, and just to subtly allow her to remember things all on her own. She didn't understand why it had to be that way, but the doctor said that it was bad for her if everything was just told to her. Nothing was making any sense.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. You know that I would love to tell you. But you have to understand that I am unable too"

"Yes. I know. I just feel so.... lost" she admitted to her mother once more, but the conversation stopped there, because they had just pulled up in front of their house. They got out of their car, and made their way up the driveway and to their porch.

Brooklyn stopped, looking over at the house beside theirs. Their neighbors house.

For a moment, she contemplated going over their. Maybe, by just seeing one of their faces, something might come back to her. She might remember at least something important. Some type of trigger.

"Brooklyn, sweetheart, come inside" her mother called her, interrupting her from her deep thoughts, and she sighed, shaking her head to rid it of the thoughts, and she looked towards her awaiting mother at the door, and she continued her way up the porch steps and inside the house.

Brooklyn walked upstairs to her room, taking her time to drag her hand along the railing. She was trying to see if by touching the railing, or maybe by seeing or touching anything at all, she would remember something. But she didn't.

Brooklyn walked upstairs to her bedroom, opening the closed door to see her room.... look different.

She didn't remember having so many picture frames on her dresser.

Or having so many pictures littering her walls.

What?

Brooklyn slowly stepped into her room. She walked over to her dresser first, seeing a large frame surrounded by smaller ones.

"What the...." she picked up the large picture frame, holding it carefully in her hands.

It was of her. And a.... boy.

A really good looking boy, for that matter, she noticed.

He looked strangly familiar to her.

Was he her best friend? Cousin? Relative?

Boyfriend?

She didn't know.

She couldn't remember him.

But he reminded her of that other boy whom she had seen. The one in the hospital who had scared her.