"Micheal you need to eat I'll watch her," a voice whispers.
"I can't leave her. Did you see her arms?! She self harms Jacob!" Another voice yells. I hear a sigh. I struggle to open my eyes. Once
I finally get them open, I see two boys 14 or 15 both looking at the ground. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I move my arm and place it on the boys hand whos sitting beside me. His head shot up and he smiles warmly at me.
"How are you feeling?" He asked. I point to the whiteboard beside him and he hands it to me.
'I'm feeling alright' I write.
"That's good," he said. "Do you remember anything?"
'No :(' I write.
"Well I'm Micheal," the boy points to himself. "And that's Jacob," he points to the other boy.
'Where am I?' I write.
"Your in the hospital," he said. "I found you in the schools bathroom," he finishes.
'What happened?' I write.
"You don't remember, so no one else knows why," he said. My mouth formed into on 'o'.
"She's awake now please go get something to eat, Micheal," the boy 'Jacob' said.
"Fine," the other boy said and stood up. "I'll be back," he said and left the room. I lean back and huff. 'Why can't I remember anything?!'
Because your stupid
A voice said. I looked around to find no one said anything. 'Great!' I thought. I wrote on the white board and snapped my fingers to get the boys attention.
'What's my name?' It read.
"Brianna," the boy said.
'Where are my parents?' I wrote.
"Ma and Micheal never met them," he siad and shrugged. I nodded saddly and looked at my lap. I saw something on my arms ao I lifted it and began to inspect it. I gasped. I cut myself? What? The boy 'Jacob' notices my confusion about my arms.
"I didn't know anything about that and neither did Micheal," Jacob said. I nodded slowly and tried my best to remember something, anything. I just end up giving myself a headache and groan. The door opens and a doctor walks in, Micheal behind him.
"Good to see your awake!" The doctor cheered. The boy sat down in the seat he was in earlier. "You have amnesia. Your brain let you remember your past, so you pasted out," he explained. "Which caused you to forget again. Hopefully you will get you memory back soon," he said. "We found a cellphone in the pocket of your clothing, and you mother is on her way here. Feel better soon!" He said and left.
The door opened moments later and a woman with brunette hair and brown eyes, walked through the door. "Hey sweetie," she said. I looked at her for a minute but nothing.
'Who are you?' I wrote on the whiteboard and turned it into her direction. She frowned slightly.
"I'm your mum," she said. I smiled and held out my arms in her direction. She came over and hugged me tightly.
'Do I have a dad?' I wrote.
"No, he left," she said.
'Why?' I wrote.
"Because your bisexual, when you told us he freaked out and left," she said. I nodded slowly and looked down. She put her hand on my chin and looked me in the eye. "But we don't need him. We have been fine without him," she assured me. I smiled warmly at her.
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After a few days I was able to go home but still had no memory of anything from before I woke up. The doctor thinks going home might trigger something. I can talk now and I've gotten to know Micheal, Jacob and my mum pretty well.
At the moment I'm sitting in the passenger seat of my mum's car on our way home. I look out the window and look at all the trees. Moments later the car stops and we pull up to a familair looking house. I get out with help from my mum. I walk into the house and looked around. There's a picture of a small child with a man and woman. The woman looks like my mother but the man I do not remember. I'm quessing it's my father.
I walk around a little more and go into the living where my mother is sitting on the couch. I sit beside her and snuggle into her side. She holds me tightly.
After a few minutes she looks at me. "It's getting late, goodnight," she said.
"Goodnight, I love you," I said and walked to the stairs.
"I love you too," I hear her say as I walk up the stairs. I go into the room she told me was mine. I open the door and walk in. I look around and walk over to the bed. I glid my hand across the clean sheets and sit down. I walk over to the dresser beside the bed and grab a pair of pajama's. I change into them and lay down on the bed. I close my eyes and drift off into a deep sleep.
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A girl wakes up and walks out of her room. She walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. She gasps. "D-Daddy?" She stutters. The man smiles at her and walks over to her.
"Hey sweet pea," He said. She hugs him tightly and cries into his chest.
"I thought you left," the girl said.
"I'm back. I missed you so much sweet pea, you have no idea," he said. He grabs a knife but the girl doesn't see. "I love you so much," he said and stabbed her in the back.
"Daddy?" She whimpered. He pulled out the knife and she falls on her knees. She has a wound on both sides of her body. She puts her hands on her stomach. She looked at her hands and looked back at the man. "Why?" She asked.
"I love you but I can't have a faggot going around, living now can I?" He chuckled evily. "I hope you can forgive me buttercup," he said. The girl falls all the way onto the floor and holds her stomach. Her breathing slows and her body goes limp. The man drags her and leaves a long trail of blood. He throws her body into the trunk of a car "I hope you forgive me sugar plum," he said and slammed it shut. He gets into the car and drives off.
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I wake up sweating heavily. I grab my chest and breathe heavily.
Once I calm down I try to get some sleep. I close my eyes and fall asleep.
~Authors note~
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