That Girl

Stories

As I walked in the room, Brock was just staring out the window. It was a beautiful day outside. I caught an enough glimpse to judge the weather. Sun was out shining bright, hearing chirps of birds.

"Beautiful day outside isn't it?" I asked breaking the silence. It was too quiet between me and him.

"Yes it is, want to hear a story?" Brock questioned me.

"Uhh- I would love to." I hesitated at first, but I didn't mind it, although my head is already full of things. Things that I'm trying to figure out, pieces but pieces.

They just seem to fade away. I try so hard to regain my memory, but it just fades away.. and at times, I won't be able to figure out what it was about.

I kind of feel like that girl everyone replaces after a while, but ever since this whole thing happened, I've been put in first of everything. I really don't know what to feel.

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*waves hands in front of my face*

"Hey, Mia, are you listening to me?"

*looks up*

"Huh? What? Yeah."

He grabs my hands, "pay close attention to this story."

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The story goes, once upon a time. There was this Prince, and this beautiful girl. And they lived happily ever after. The End.

"I was just playing, for real this time."

"Man, I was about to say, really a fairytale that's so damn fake?"

Brock grabbed my hands and held it, his soft hands felt upon my chin as he lifts it up and his brown eyes, in the lightest shade of all browns. It felt like looking into heaven, eye to eye, hand to hand, before you know it, lips to lips.

I jerked back quickly, although I liked that kiss.

"Was it just me or did I feel something while kissing?" Brock asked.

"You k-know, I- I should be leaving I'm going to talk to Dr. Bailey..." I had said hesitantly.

I got up, he grabbed me.. "wait, did you remember anything?"

"Please, just please stay away from me and stop asking me questions!"

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Tears running down my face. I don't know what to feel. I felt something with that kiss I don't know what to say, nor do. I can't even remember who the fuck I am, I can't remember any shit. I feel like I'm a crappy ass person lying around not even worrying as much as I'm suppose too.

Why can't I at least remember who Brock was to me.. who that girl in a coma was to me.. who Kiersten was to me.. who my Dad was to me.. most of all, who I am..

Tears, running around the hospital, I bumped into Dr. Bailey.

Surprised, giving me a hug, rubbing my back to comfort me, "hey there, now now. It's going to be okay. Here, come on with me. I'm going to tell you a story."

"I hope yours is a hella lot better than Brock's."

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"Why is everyone asking me so many questions. I don't remember anything anymore. All I remember is that he kissed me and I ran out there full with full of thoughts."

"I'm sorry, I really am.. your situation now happened with my best friends. My best friend Grace was with her boyfriend Samuel. They were driving, and a careless drunk driver in a sixteen wheeler hit the passenger side. Samuel flew off, Grace did too, but she didn't go as far as Sam was. Her head hit a metal pole, Sam went through a glass building.. Sam didn't survive, but Grace did. She had a sever case of amnesia, this was four years ago, and still.. she can't remember anything anymore. BUT it doesn't mean you can't. Fight hard, real hard for your memory back.. because I know damn well you'd be so happy and relieve once you catch up."

"So sorry to hear that, but what do you mean once I catch up" "As in know everything that you can't remember now."

"Oh, but what about your other friends. What happened to them?"

"Same thing, accident. Car accident, your friend Ms. Jessica Ryan, the one in a coma, did you know she was pregnant?"

"ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!"

"No, she was two months pregnant. She lost her baby.. I'm really sorry."

Bawling my eyes out, not understanding anything anymore.

"What about your friends?" I asked again, because she had never really told me.

"Oh them, Sarah survived her coma, and so did Lily. Matter of fact, they were so fascinated of medical stuff, they decided to be a trauma surgeon."

"That great of them. Well.. I better head off and go, I don't want to take time off your busy day."

"Right. Right. Remember, don't give up now. You hear?" Dr. Bailey said while trotting off.

"Yes ma'am." I said just sitting here by myself.

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Great, now what am I suppose to do? Stuck in a hospital, can't remember anything. Trying to avoid Brock. I guess I shouldn't.

I decided to get up and stop moping around. I past by a kid dying, another person dying. Why?

That's the question I put upon myself lately. Why, why me? Why. Why. Why. Why.

Went to go to the girls room, since they put them together. To check them out.

Kiersten's still sleeping, so I went up and sat next to Jessica. Since Dr. Bailey told me that's her name.

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Am I am idiot talking to someone that can't hear me? Or can she? Hmm...

Anyways, I talked to her even though she can't talk back.

"Hey, I'm Mia. I'm sorry to hear about your baby. I wish you can wake up and we can laugh about all this. But I know you can't. Well, I'll come back and talk to you some more later.."

Walking off, turned around and saw a tear come out her right eye. I was scared I paged the nurse in. I told her what had happen earlier and she told me this is a good sign and that she heard me.

I was somewhat relieved.

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I didn't want to ignore Brock for too long because I want to figure out what we were before all of this crap happened.

I walked in the room, he was sitting on the couch in his room with his head down on his hands holding his head up.

I sat down, next to him. "Hey, I'm sorry about earlier. I was just in shock that had happened all to quick."

Looks up, with a "oh god" look on his face and says "it's okay, I get it.. I was trying to tell you a story, do you still want to hear it?"

"Uhh.. yeah."

"There was this beautiful girl, I knew her since we were fetuses. We did everything together. I was just fourteen years old when I found out I was moving down here in Norfolk. I use to live in L.A. I was really excited to move, the day I left I expected her to show up. Instead, my girlfriend showed up and that was we best friend. Now, they're not. I made a huge mistake, because I found out a couple months ago that I'm in love with her. Out of all these years, she was my bestest friend, and I didn't get why she didn't show up on the day I left. It all adds up. A couple years later, after I left, her family moved down her, when I left that's the last day I saw her then we lost contact. When I found out she was here, I forgot who she was. She bumped into me, at the park and was saddened to see me. She ran away crying, once we caught up with everything as in life and such. We became close again. After all this time, I loved her and I was too blind to see... do you know who she was?"

With the most expression on my face of everything and thoughts swarming all around my head like a bee is ready to attack it. I finally said, "was it me..?"

He looks at me, hugs me so tight, kisses my forehead and says "yes, I'm glad you remember it now."

"Woah there tiger, slow down. Does it look like I remember. It was just a good guess.. but I'm starting to remember a few, it's kind of blurry. But worth it, thanks."

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