Without You

Chapter 19

As the days went on, fragments of my life were coming back to me, but they made no sense. Nothing was adding up. There was something that someone wasn't telling me.

I kept seeing me in an airport, and Sam crying. I don't know. I keep seeing me hurting myself. Was that what I was like before? Would it ease all of the pain? Should I try it? These were things I was contemplating. Nobody was giving me any answers, and I hadn't met my parents yet. I just didn't know what was going on.

I sighed, getting up out of the bed. I made my way slowly downstairs. I stopped when I heard the sound of voices. "No we can't tell her," said a voice, that I assumed was Sam.
"You have to tell her what happened that night. You have to tell her about what happened with us. Why she wasn't talking to us. She needs to know," came the voice of a woman. Her voice sounded very familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on who it was.
"You owe her an explanation son, no matter what has happened," came another voice. A man this time. Who were these people?

I stopped listening and made my way down the stairs. I had to see who these people were, and what they were talking about. I walked into the kitchen, and looked to see two people and Sam sat at the dining table. "Good morning," I stated. I looked at Sam, hoping that he would introduce me to these two very familiar looking people.
"Ahhh," said the man, looking at me in shock. "We were just leaving," he stated getting hastily up from his seat, and grabbing the arm of the woman who sat next to him. She nodded.
"Remember what we said Sam, don't let us down," they stated before leaving the room, and the house.

I looked at Sam expectantly. I had so many questions, but I had a feeling that he didn't really want to answer any. I just wish I had my memory back. Then I wouldn't need to ask anyone else. I wouldn't be a burden to anyone else. My arms were covered in cuts. I had an idea of what they were from, but I didn't want to believe it. Nobody was telling me anything.

"What?" Sam asked abruptly, getting up and storming out of the room. He went up to his bedroom. I sighed. I wasn't getting any of the answers that I wanted. It was tiring. I set about making myself some food, and cleaning around the house. As I was cleaning I tried my hardest to think about my life before the 'accident' but nothing was coming back.

Sam didn't come back downstairs until it was time to pick Amelie up. Even then though, he didn't say a word to me and just left the house. I honestly didn't know what was going on, but I really wanted to find out. I sighed, and decided to go for a walk.

I walked, and walked, and walked. I didn't know where I was going or what I was doing. I just wanted to stop thinking about things. I needed a distraction. My mind returned to the flashbacks I had about what I used to do. I stopped walking and rolled up my sleeves. I heard a gasp from the right of me. I turned. There was a man stood there looking at my arms with wide eyes. "Who are you?" I asked. The man looked up at me and took a step closer.
"I was just walking past, I'm sorry if I startled you, but why do you do that? It's not helping you." The man said. I shook my head.
"I don't really know how these cuts got here, I think I was in an accident," I stated. I didn't know why I was telling this man about this, but I just felt like telling him everything. "Nobody seems to be telling me anything about what happened to me, and I can't remember it neither," I said looking down at the floor.
"You need to get answers. Don't stop asking until you are happy with the response," the man stated before walking away from me.

Although I found him very odd, I thought about what he had just said. He was right. I needed to get answers. For my own wellbeing and peace of mind. It would probably give me some closure on what happened.

I slowly made my way back the way I came. I just wanted to get home and ask Sam about everything. He had no right to keep anything from me. No right at all. I slowly walked down my road, and saw that Sam's car was back, meaning that Amelie had been picked up. She was such a cute kid, and so mature for her age. But I had a feeling that she had seen a lot for her age. Maybe it had something to do with what happened to me. I'd just have to ask Sam.

I walked into the house, and saw Sam sat at the dining table helping Amelie with homework. She was so good. Getting her homework done as soon as she got it. I had high hopes for her. "Sam," I said, causing him to look up at me. "Amelie, I think it's best if you go up to your room," I continued. She nodded. I hugged her and she hugged back. She then made her way up to her bedroom. I heard her shut the door and then I turned back to Sam. "I need answers now. You can't keep anything from me any longer!"

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