Let's Go Back

Prologue

Hey wattpad readers!!  My names Maddie and this is my first official book on wattpad! I'll try to update often and I'm planning on finishing this book. PLEASE do not leave hate comments and/or promote your stories. This is the case for most wattpad authors so it shouldn't be surprising :). I hope you enjoy my story and I hope you've been having a happy day. If not I will give you an Internet cookie.
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Prologue//
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Colors and shapes blurred around me. It was almost as if I was stuck in some horrendous video game a thousand times worst than Call of Duty. Not that I played that anyway. The only image stuck in my mind was of her with flushed cheeks and golden hair smiling in glee at me. I knew she loved fall and she always reminded me of how much she adores the season. How old was I again? Man this really sucks. All I want is to go home and have a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee then lay in my bed and listen to Journey. But then again, that's all I really want. A sharp pain in my side brought me back to the present and I squinted at a bright light. Where was I? How did I get here? Questions ran through my mind but I couldn't speak. My tongue felt like it was heavy and glued inside my mouth. I started making out the moving shapes as people. They were doctors and nurses. So I was in the hospital. God dammit. I hate hospitals with a passion and this isn't making my situation any better. Was I even alive? My reality felt blurred and unreal like time had slowed down and was waiting for me. Examining me. It was a strange feeling. I considered myself an introvert at heart so this was making me uneasy. Suddenly, I saw a girl run up to my side. Her movements were panicked and jumpy and I could vaguely make out a tear stained face. But her face was red and I saw she had puffy eyes. This wasn't the kind of tears you would cry if you were stressed or just got out of a rocky relationship. These were the kind of tears you would cry when you realized you were truly alone and your life was a broken mess. The kind of tears you would cry when you acknowledged your addiction to vodka and white powder and strangers. Her appearance gave me a feeling of depression and a sense of familiarity. I know her. I watched her cry and shout at a person then scream with frustration. Her name floated on the tip of my tongue. This was killing me. My memory seemed to have vanished as if I had no identity nor moments of my life. Wait. I remember something. Bits and pieces rushed to me in the span of a millisecond. I remember her telling me to stop tickling her as she laughed and splayed herself out on the grass. I remember her sipping an espresso and crinkling her nose at the bitter taste. I remembered that she loved slipper socks and cold nights and she watched Christmas movies year round. I remember that she hated football and yearned to live in New York City. I remember her scolding me for studying too much and not living life with adventure. I loved her. She was the girl that was on repeat in my head. And everywhere. I could never forget you Leah. But why was she crying? Was there something wrong with me? I tried to lift my head but it felt like a ton of bricks and I only managed a sad, pathetic whimper. Man I hate this. My vision kept zooming in and out like a camera. It wouldn't stop. I heard the muffled sound of talking and a beep sound. Beeeeeppp. It was quite an irking sound. Help, I said. But I wasn't sure if it was out loud or in my head. I felt a sense of numbness in my body. Great, they probably drugged me. Mom, Dad I'm sorry. I couldn't prevent this one and I guess I just did drugs. And then I felt a wave of fatigue. My breathing slowed and I felt my eyes droop.

I wanted to live.

But I wanted her.

So, I decided to go back to the beginning of course. You know, where it all started.

Our story wasn't the usual. But I don't mind.