Is This Love?

Chapter 17

"So, as I fell asleep, my dream started out normally: You and me were walking somewhere, laughing, and then I look down and saw something weird...sticky black threads and they hurt, and when they touched my skin, they would cut me. I looked up at you but you weren't right next to me and you weren't helping me. I woke up later and I couldn't feel a thing. As I looked around, I noticed I was in a dark room and I didn't know what to do." I stop momentarily to see Sam looking at me with worry. As I continue, he takes my hand. "I thought I would have a hope of getting out when Chris walked into view and he was trying to get me to take him back and leave you. I couldn't do that, we have only just started dating and I didn't want an injury to ruin that. He said that he wouldn't've let me get hurt like that if we were dating. You were there, tied to a chair with a black eye, a busted lip, and a gash above your eyebrow. It hurt me to see you like that and I didn't know what to do but try and explain to Chris that I wasn't gonna leave you. He tried to kiss me but when I pulled away, those black threads would push me right back. I finally got out of the black threads and the bindings. I punched him in the face and ran over to you. You tried to warn me that he was right behind me, but I didn't care because I wanted to help you while I had a little time. He grabbed my arm and broke it. He tried to apologize but I didn't want him to touch me. You punched Chris and tried to carry me out, but it hurt too much and you finally picked me up and carried me out as Chris said that we couldn't ever find a way out. That's when I woke up." I looked up to see Sam staring at me with wide eyes.

"Is that really what you were dreaming about?" he asked.

"Yeah, it is. Why would I lie about that?" I ask, disbelief evident in my voice.

"I'm not saying that, I'm just saying that dream sounds terrible."

"Yeah, that's why they're called nightmares."

"Well, obviously. Do you know why you dreamt about that?" he asks.

"No, not really. It may have something to do with my injury or apparently seeing him on our date. I don't remember the date but my sister filled me in." I say, trying to make sense of what my dream could've meant. As I think, Sam gets up and walks to the door. I realize that he's telling my parents that they can come back in. They both rush to my side and grab my hands.

"Are you OK?" they both ask at the same time.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just had a bad dream." I say reassuringly.

"What were you dreaming about?" my dad asks.

"I don't really wanna talk about it. Let's just say that I wouldn't like to relive it."

"OK honey."

Dr. Kenya walks in and sits beside me on my bed.

"How are you doing?"

"Other than the fact that I just had a nightmare, just freakin peachy," I reply with sarcasm.

"Well, OK then. I have some news that might be of some value to you. You will be OK if you keep taking the medicine. Hopefully your memory will return in a few weeks, or maybe a month or two," she says as she gets up to walk over to my parents. I sit there and think about many things that make me happy: Trevor, Sammy, Jack & Jack, Skathan. I'm interuppted by Sam calling my name.

"What?" I ask.

"Are you OK?" he asks worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking."

"What about?"

"The singers that make me happy."

"Is one of them Trevor?" he asks with a smile.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" I ask.

"On our date, we listened to a lot of his songs and you said he made you happy, so I just assumed," he says.

"Oh OK," I say.

"Yeah," he gets up and walks to the door.

He calls out to someone and I don't realize it's my best friend in the entire world.

"Hey, how are you?" Jaime asks as she walks in and sits on my bed.

"Meh," I say with a smile.

We talk about pointless things for a while until I say something that makes her face drop a little.

"I heard what you said when I was in a coma."

"You did?" she asks as her face goes white.

"Yeah, I did. I just wanted to let you know that I forgive you and I love you," I say, grabbing her hand.

"That's good. I couldn't stand it if you were mad at me," she says.

"I know me too."

As we sat there, I started to get sleepy and I put my head on her shoulder and drifted off to sleep. I didn't have a dream, and I'm thankful for that. Since my accident, I haven't been able to remember anything about Sam and that's kinda making me mad. He seems like a nice guy and I guess I have to get to know him all over again until I get my memories back. This could either make our relationship stronger when I get my memory back. I hope that I get my memories back soon because I'm tired of not really being myself. 

**I updated for y'all. Hope you like it :3. Since I haven't been on in like a month, I'll try and update at least every week. Hopefully I'm not too busy on the weekends to update. Luff you guys.**