Winter Tragedy ~Sequel to Summer...Tragedy?~

Chapter Eleven: Remembering and Tears

Emma's POV:

(ONE WEEK LATER)

I was getting out of the hospital today, and as I promised Amanda, I'm going to take her out to see if she remembers any memories. I plan on taking her to Peachwave, my house, the mall and all her favorite places.

"Alright Emma, you are all set to go." My mom said. I was happy that she agreed to doing this. I know she wasn't too thrilled about me getting pregnant, but once she found out I got into that car accident she has been getting home ready for my arrival home and been getting me real food.

"I can't wait to get home. I want to eat real food and wear real clothes and lay in my own bed." I said. My mom nodded her head and started to walk towards the exit.

"Well, we have to stop at the grocery. What do you want to eat?" My mom asked. I thought about it. I haven't had tacos in a while.

"Can we have tacos?" I asked eagerly. I loved tacos and it would be the best thing ever if I could eat tacos for dinner on the day I get home.

"If that's what you really want than of course." My mom said, genuinely. I cheered in my head. We usually never have tacos.

"Thanks mom." I said, smiling.

"No problem. Now, we are going to take Amanda out tomorrow right?" My mom asked, changing subjects.

"Yes." I answered.

"Great. That gives us time to have some family time." My mom said after we reached the car and got in. I nodded and smiled. I'm finally gonna go home.

(NEXT DAY)

I have to admit, when I was home, I wasn't even paying attention. I was too busy thinking about how Nikki is doing and if Zayn has pleased anyone.

I know I could never trust those articles about him, because all that shit is bullshit. They just want the stories so they come up with crap once they get the chance.

Right now, I was getting dressed to go take Amanda out and try to regain her memory or some while hoping this will work.

I was wearing a red sweatshirt that said in capital, white, block letters, 'Tough Love' and under the sweatshirt I was wearing a loose, white tank top with small, black, capital letters spelling out 'New York City' . I had on grey sweatpants and black UGGS. I left my hair down to keep the back of my neck warm from the cold, winter weather and a grey beanie. I should keep my head warm, too right?

"Emma, ready?" My mom asked, poking her head into my room. I nodded and walked out the door, following my mom. On our way through the kitchen I grabbed cause I was hungry. And I love apples.

We exited my house and walked to my car. I slid in the front seat and my mom got into the drivers seat. Of course I knew I was going to get into the backseat to point out things to Amanda, but for now, I want to heat up my ass because we have heated seats in our car.

Amanda would use them all the time. Every time we would take this car, Amanda would be in the passenger seat, with the heat already turned up on high. I'll have to point that out and see is she remembers anything about it.

My mom started on our way to Amanda's house. It's not that far away. Just a few minutes. When we arrived she was already outside, waiting for us.

"Oh my God. I remember that sweatshirt." I mumbled to myself. She was wearing a cream colored sweatshirt with a leopard print heart. She had on grey jeans and high heeled, black boots that end just under her knees. She probably had on her white shirt that said, 'Be You Tiful' and it was designed like an eye test doctors do. I figure this because, she would always wear that under sweatshirts. Even though she lost her memory, she probably still could figure it out. It is her only T-shirt, because Amanda like V-necks and tank tops. Amanda's hair was left wavy.