Purple Recovery

Chapter 10: Fuck Me Over

I've been out of the hospital for almost two months and the threats begin. What have I ever done? Actually why would anyone want anything to do with me?

I'm kinda wondering if these guards are even needed. The note was found on the hood of a car that was in the garage. I've never been to the garage but I know there are like five cars and there's a code to get in. How did someone manage to get in pass the gates and into the garage? The security system in this house needs an upgrade. Feeling safe is not an option anymore.

I haven't even met my enemies yet. At least I think I haven't. Do I have a lot? Why do I even have enemies? What have I done before that got me here?

Just thinking about that note gives me chills. It was written in dark blue ink. I remember reading it. The police insisted that I knew who wrote it. My dad almost lost it and punched him in the face. How could I, that just got out of the hospital and lost all my memory, know who was trying to go after me? This situation just caused me to get a big headache and get sick for a couple days. That's how I laid in bed on a Monday instead of being downstairs with my teacher, learning things...

Everything I ate usually came back up. I even had a rash on the side of my neck and the inside of my forearm cause by my high fevers. And I had not one guard, but two outside this door.

Speaking of which one just opened the door letting Mary in. "Look, I know you're not hungry but I made you some soup it'll be good for your stomach." She put the tray on my nightstand.

"I'm going to throw it out anyway..." I pulled my covers up even more.

"Well to bad I'm going to sit here and feed you." She pulled my covers down. She helped me sit and fixed the pillows behind me. "You eat a little bit so I can pass you a call okay."

"What call? I don't want to talk to anyone."

She shook her head and placed the tray on my bed. The soup did look good. I was it worried it wouldn't stay down. I hate the feeling of food coming up my throat. Just thinking about it makes me feel sick.

True to Mary's word she stayed. She didn't feed me herself but she was there till I finished. She was telling me about the trip she took to Italy once. She really is a hard working woman. I don't know how she got suck cooking for my dad.

"Where's your laptop?" She asked.

"In my underwear drawer." I laughed. She got up and fished it out. "I never use it, it's just there collecting dust."

She knew that was true. It was the same with my phone. I don't even know where it's at. If someone wants to talk to me they can call the house phone. Or better yet they can come over. I like having company.

"Amanda wanted to video chat with you so here you go." She turned the laptop to me and Amanda appeared on the screen. "I'm going to go now. I'll be back to check on you later okay?" I nodded and let her leave the room.

Amanda waved at me. "Hey, baby girl."

"Hi, Amanda."

"Listen I know you're sick and all I just wanted to check in with you. I heard what happened and you must be scared."

"I'm feeling uneasy. I just ate so let's see if I can keep it down." I said.

"You'll get better. It was just the big scare you got that day. I'm pretty sure you got lots of security at the house right now."

"You got no idea. Instead of one guard by my door there's two. It doesn't make me feel any better when I have to run to the bathroom. " I whispered.

"I can imagine. How about your mom? How's she doing?"

"She's working. You know she's always busy. She does call like every hour to check up on me." I told her. My phone made a ding telling me about a message. But it was under my bed it had fallen and I didn't bother to pick it up.