Amnesia

T W O

C A L U M

"Ash. Aren't the least bit worried about your sister?" I ask him as we set up blankets to sleep on.

"Yes extremely. My uh mom. She is going to get her to a therapist." He answers cautiously.

"Okay." I say back quietly. I don't get why I am so worried.

"Are you okay Calum? Why are you so strung up on this?" Ash asks, he lays on his back and looks at the ceiling.

"I don't know man. I feel like someone has got to be there for her." I say laying down as well.

"Ya. We have all tried. Many times. She completely ignored Harry and Lauren. Like they aren't even existent to her. I feel so bad. Lauren Hayes it and Harry thinks she hates him.

She just doesn't like all this 'crap'. The worrying and the caring. She thinks it's all fake." Ash says, his voice occasionally breaking.

"Why doesn't she talk?" I ask sitting up a bit.

"Some shit happened in the past. It happened when she was 11 or 12. I can't tell you what though, she would rip me to shreds. She was depressed for 2 years, she would always be hidden in her room. We didn't know what was going on. Then when she was around 15, she just stopped talking all together. So just a few months ago.." Ash said.

"She communicated through her phone tho." I say quietly.

"She was talking to you?" Ash asked springing up.

"Ya. She typed something and had me read it." I replied confused. "Does she not 'talk' to any of you?"

Ash shook his head and I felt this terrible feeling inside.

"I'm so sorry Ash." with that he laid back down and I could hear his quiet sobbing. I sighed quietly as I drifted off to sleep.

E S M E

"Esme that isn't fair! Give it back!" Luna screamed. Somehow dad was still asleep through all this.

"Esmeralda! Luna-Rae! Stop arguing right now!" my mom yelled banging on the steering wheel.

"Brat!" Luna spat. "Loser" I spat back.

We continued arguing until my mom turned around.

"Stop it! Give me that!" She yelled snatching the tablet. When she turned back, she screamed and the car spun. I looked to see my dad jolting up and his slammed his head into the front. I saw my mom in the mirror, her face bloody, beaten up. I saw Luna, she was sleeping?

Then everything was black.

"Esme!" I sat up crying. "Esme?" I saw Ashton holding my hand, his eyes watery.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I shook my head and scooted over to him. He wrapped his arms around me and I cried.

"Sh it's okay. I'm here." Ashton says quietly. I cried less as he shushed me and hummed.

"Its okay. It was just a bad dream." he says quietly. It wasn't just a bad dream; It actually happened!

I grabbed my phone and started typing. Ashton looked at me in disbelief. This was the first time I have ever tried talking to him.

'Ashton. It wasn't a dream. What happened years ago... When my family and I were coming back from Florida, when they.... Died.

That's what was happening. It kept replaying in my head. I can't sleep without that coming into my head and replaying over and over.'