279 Days Before

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It's been a week since I lost my memory. Nash and Cameron invited all the boys over yesterday and I'm guessing I got re-introduced. There was a girl called Madison and she was gorgeous. Though she kept giving me bitchy looks when no one would notice. My mind at the time was kind of blank. I had no idea what to think. I felt confused and lost. Like there's just something else I need to know but they won't tell me.

Apparently my parents are coming over for dinner. I don't remember them much either. I was sitting on the couch with Nash and Cameron when the doorbell rang. Nash went to answer it and they did their greetings and whatever. We all sat at the table and the room was filled with nothing but intense silence. Everyone but me started to eat their food so the only noise that was heard were the forks clinking onto the plates. "Sweetie, you have to eat" my mum told me like I never forgot about her. "Til' I remember you being my mother and sending me out here I will listen to you".

And of course that did nothing but make it awkward for everyone at the table. "You're eating for two now. Our baby needs to be healthy" Cameron warns me as he puts his hand on my knee. I pushed his hand off since I was acutely uncomfortable with his hand placement. I started to choke on my words as I had no idea what to say to my parents who I don't even remember their names. "I'm sorry. I-I-I have to-can you leave?" I asked. "Moira" Nash said as it was obvious that what just came out of my mouth was rude. "It's ok. She needs time to think about this. I don't want to rush my daughter on something she's stressed about. For Christ sake, she's pregnant". My mum spoke as we could all hear the outrage in her voice. My mum stood up and walked out of the room quit quickly. "Call us tomorrow" my dad said, kissing my head and then leaving after my mother. The door shut and I ran to my bedroom. I furiously slammed the door, laid tummy on the bed as my head got buried in my white pillow. I screamed into the pillow and it sounded muffled since I was in a pillow.

278 Days Before

I woke up with my eyes stinging from my crying outrage the night before. I got to the kitchen down stairs and there was a note on the fridge. I picked the note off the fridge and read it. It said "Good morning, Moira. Cameron and I are at the hospital with your parents. They got in a car accident on the way home yesterday. Don't worry, just eat some breakfast and we'll be home soon". I dropped the note as I started to worry. I can't just sit here and wait! I'm worried to death. Yeah, I may not remember them but they're my parents.

All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my lower stomach. Blood started pouring out of my area and I immediately remembered that I was pregnant. Oh my gosh. I ran to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. What's happening? Why am I bleeding? I'm pregnant, this isn't supposed to happen. I went to my bedroom to get my phone when I noticed that my bed sheet had blood stains on it. Tears poured out like the Niagara Falls. I rang Cameron but he didn't pick up so I hurried to call Nash but he didn't answer either. I started to sob loud now. My baby can't be dead. Then Cameron and Nash rushed through my bedroom door and saw the blood. "Shit" Nash whispered under his breath. "Is it dead?" I asked as I stood up but immediately placed myself back down as sharp pain stabbed my lower stomach again. "Oh yeah, are my parents ok?" I asked. "That doesn't matter right now, let's get you to the hospital" Cameron said as he helped me walked down stairs and all the way to the car.

We've been waiting for three hours at the hospital waiting for tests back. I had to get tested on a lot of things that I've never heard of before. Nash and Cameron won't tell me anything about my parents, no matter how many times I begged. Which didn't help anything.

"Moira Grier" the doctor said as he walked into the room

Nash and Cameron stood up as I stayed lying in the bed.

"is she ok? Is the baby ok?" Cameron asked with hope.

"I'm sorry. Something must have gone wrong and the baby didn't make it"



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