Remember Me

Chapter 2: The Accident

Leo's P.O.V:

It's been a little over four years since I moved. I haven't gone a day without being eager to get back and seeing Kimberly again.
I changed a lot though. My hair was slightly lighter. I was much taller and more muscular than the last time I saw her.
Would she even remember me? That question lingered through my mind everyday like a nasty smell that doesn't go away.

What would she think of me? Would she think of me as the same thirteen year-old I was before I moved? I know it's a stupid thing to think about and that it's so unlikely that I'll even see her again. The thought still kills me though.

We talked everyday for a year after I moved. It was my favorite part of the day getting to hear her voice. We'd talk about every detail that went on in day, listen to each other's rants, and make jokes. It was almost like I was still back at home.
The second year, I made friends of my own at my new school and Kimberly and I talked less. If we were lucky, we'd end up talking once a week. Then the amount of phone calls faded, as I got more involved in school and didn't have much time to talk for hours.
The third year rolled around, Kimberly was becoming just a memory of an old friend. A lot of the thoughts  of me seeing her again had faded.  I never stopped thinking about being friends with her though. Sometimes I wished I could see her again though. I'd call her on her birthday and holidays and maybe once every two months if I remembered.
By the fourth year, we lost keeping contact. Everytime she'd call, I'd  be busy or vise versa. Then we never had time to return either person's call, so efforts died out.
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I'm laying in my bed not wanting to go to Chicago to pick up my Aunt Laura from the airport tomorrow. Her flight is supposed to arrive at 7:30 am. I hated waking up early. I was so not a morning person.

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BEEEEEEEEP!!! BEEEEEEP!!!!! My alarm clock awoke me from my dream. I have to go pick up my aunt. I let out a loud sigh. I groaned. Five more minutes,I told myself, as if the extra five minutes was going to do anything.
Eventually, I got up, with a loud sigh.I had left the warmth of my bed and  took a quick shower. When I got out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and searched my dresser for clothes. Lazy clothes today. I pulled out a t-shirt and sweatpants. I got ready quickly after that, since my shower woke me up a bit more.

After getting all ready, I headed out the door and got into my car. I was off to Chicago. I hadn't seen my aunt in six months. I'm so excited to see her.  Aunt Laura was my favorite aunt. She always makes us the best food and fattens us up.

I turned up the radio really loud and played my favorite station. After an hour of driving, I was getting pretty hungry and was scanning for somewhere that I could stop and get some food. I passed a few gas stations, but most of them looked closed or too gross to go inside.
I decided to wait until the next exit. While passing one of the gas stations, a van pulled out in front of me. I tried to slow down and not get hit but the ice on the road didn't help. The van was unable to stop as well. Both vehicles slide and the van smacked into the driver's side of my car. My vision blurred and I could feel blood dripping from my head. My head hurt so bad. I winced in pain. I started to feel dizzy. It was getting hard to breathe. My shirt was drenched in sweat. Then my vision went black.

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My eyes flickered open. It was really bright. It took me a minute for my eyes to focus. I looked around the room, taking in my surroundings. My head hurt a lot for some reason. Where was I?  My head hurt so bad. Why does my head hurt? Is this a dream? I think I'm in a hospital room. Why am I in the hospital? Am I dying? I looked over and found my dad sitting next to the bed.

"Dad? What am I doing here?" I asked puzzled.

"You got in an accident on your way to pick up Aunt Laura."

Aunt Laura? Why was picking her up? Accident? What accident? Why don't I remember? A million questions shot through my mind.

A doctor came in the room, "Leo, my name is Dr. Williams. You got in an accident three days ago. You've been in a coma. It appears that during the crash it made you lose some of your memory. You have been diagnosed with a case of Selective Amnesia. We aren't really sure what all you remember, though," he explained.

Is this a dream? Is this some kind of joke? All I know is that this can't be real.

"No, this isn't real," I told myself.

"No, son, he's telling the truth. It'll be okay just calm down," my dad assured me.

"No! This isn't real! I'm dreaming! I have to be dreaming!" I shout.

"Calm down, kid. This isn't a dream. You're awake, trust me," Dr. Williams explained.

"Stop, lying! I know you are so you can quit your act! How can I trust you!? I have no idea who you are!" I scream at him.

I am so confused and furious at the fact that they would joke about this. I would have remembered a wreck, wouldn't I?

"Leo, I know this is a lot for you to take in, just be glad you aren't in a worse condition," Dr.Williams said calmly.

Worse condition? WORSE CONDITION?! Easier for you to say! I'm the one that apparently got in accident and is diagnosed with selective amnesia ! Who was he to tell me to be glad I'm in this stupid situation?!