Amnesia

Chapter 4

I pressed my cold palm against the oak door and enter a big room. It had two squashy red sofas, a crackling fire, and shelves and shelves of books. It's been two weeks since he had the crash, and just yesterday he was out of hospital. Therapy starts today. I place a camera on the book shelf, so this is all recorded for the competition. When he knows who I am, I'll tell him about it. Evan walks in, a scar across his forehead, an arm in a cast. He sits himself onto a sofa, wiggling until comfortable.
"I know I have amnesia. I've been told it way to many times already. Just please, help me remember. Start from the beginning." He pleads, before I can start speaking. I nod.
"It may take a while. We'll do it one person at a time, one every session. Who first?" I ask.
"Mum" he smiles sadly. I'm surprised he didn't choose himself, but I begin.

"Clarissa Coleman. That's your mums name. She has long black curly hair, thick like yours. She has a pale face, with rosy cheeks. She's 45, and you're her only child. When you were born, she was sick. She slipped into a coma for six months. So your dad raised you for that time, and I imagine that it was difficult. When she came home, you owed a lot of money, because your dad was finding it very hard to work. Your dad went full time working, so your mum had a lot of time with you. When you were two, she brought you to play school, and she went to work. You moved house to next door me. At four, she brought you to school. We were in the same class, and you did really well. She picked you up every day. Every single summer, you would go to Japan to visit your granny and grandad. When you reached second class, a new kid came in, I remember him. His name was Zed Sherman, and he was blonde with blue eyes. At first it was fine, you were best friends with a boy called Owen Washington, until Zed started bullying you. You ran home crying, and your mum picked you up, hugged you tight, and moved you to a different school. Owen was bullied too, so he moved as well. Then I got bullied the second you moved away, so I moved to the same school too. In sixth class, someone punched you. All you were doing was reading, and he kicked a football at you, hoping you would react someway, but you stayed glued to your book. So, he ran up to you, and punched you in the stomach. You threw up, sadly all over your favourite book. The guy got suspended, and your mum bought you a new book. Then, your mum got sick. Like, hospital sick. She had leukemia. You visited her everyday after school, and when you got to secondary school, you still visited her, sometimes even didn't go to school to visit her. Three years she had leukemia. Then, she got cured. Your mum adored you, still does. She called you her sakura which is cherry in Japanese. One time, in sixth year, she loved you so much, she drove all the way to our school, because she didn't say how much she loved you that morning. She felt so bad. Seriously, she adores you.
Now, onto college. On the first day, she cried, calling you her special sakura and she would miss you so much. Every day, for two weeks, she gave you a letter, just saying she loved you. " I take a gulp of water, my throat parched from talking for so long. I look across to Evan. Tears are silently running down his slanted cheekbones, and he's smiling.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. Then what happened?" He asks, grinning.
I shift uncomfortably. I breathe in. He deserves to know.

"On the second week, you got drunk. I don't know why, I don't know how. I was not there. You were driving, and a car drove into you sideways, because you forgot to look at the road. You slammed into a wall sideways, and damaged your hippocampus, which is the part of your head that holds memories. That's how you got amnesia." I say. Sad tears are running down his cheeks now.

"Please take me to see my mother" he asks, slowly and carefully, swallowing tears. We walk outside, and hop into my purple mini car. He fiddles with the buttons on the car, not remembering how to work the radio. A tear runs down the right side of my face, making my neck sticky. I take his hand, and press his fingers against the right buttons. Neighbourhood is on, blasting there number one single. Evan doesn't flinch.
"This is your favourite song." I remind him. He looks at me blankly.
"No its not, its terrible. " he says, before turning his head back to face forward. Tears go down my cheeks, so fast its like they're having a race. We reach his house, and he un-clips his seat belt the second we're parked. He looks at my tear soaked tears.
"I'm sorry I'm not the person I used to be. I'll try harder." He whispers. I force a smile.
"You're doing great, absolutely amazing. An amnesic person had never dealt so well. Be proud. Now, lets go see your parents."

We hop out, and walk towards the cottage that is his home. It's got a purple door, with honeysuckle growing around the walls. We press against the knocker, and Clarissa opens immediately. She smiles and Evan falls into her arms.
"Sakura" she whispers.