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WILLOW'S POV

"And here is a picture of you holding your baby sister for the very first time" my mother says

"My sister? You never mentioned I had a sister" I state.

"Well, you did  have a sister. She's gone now" my mother says with watery eyes.

"What do you mean gone?" I ask

"She passed away 4 years ago Willow" She says.

I don't remember her. I don't remember what she looks like or sounds like. But all I know is that I have an ache in my stomach and it hurts to breathe. I can feel a tear drop from my right eye and fall to my chin.

"oh" is all I can choke out.

My mother soon leaves the room and I'm left with my thoughts. I don't remember much, but all I was told she died in a car crash. I try and think to the past, but I can never remember.

I get up from the floor and walk downstairs.

"Mom, can I go for a walk?" I ask my mother who is doing the dishes.

"Of course," she says "Just, be careful."

"Thank you" I say and walk out the door.



I walk outside with the dark, grey clouds above my head. looks like its going to rain. But I don't care. I walk barefoot on the street, I walk with my hair in a crazy ponytail and my thoughts bunched up.

For a moment, I am all alone, but I soon here footsteps behind me and a hand on my shoulder.  I turn around and I see the boy from my hospital room. I don't remember his name.

"Willow?" The voice speaks "Its Adam. Don't you remember me?"

"I'm sorry, b-but no" I stutter.

"I was hoping you would remember me by now..." Adam trails off.

"I'm sorry, but I don't. Please, just let me walk, alone" I say then turn back around.

"No!" His voice raises " You've walked away from me too many times Willow and I've never gotten a chance to explain to you who I am. Let me talk"

I stand there with my arms crossed, ready for him to explain who he is.

"My name is Adam Brewer. I'm 19 years old and have known you before you were even born. My mother is Lisa Brewer and my mother has known your mother since they were in kindergarten. We have always lived next to each other, always gone to the same school, always went to the same family parties. We have hated each other for as long as I can remember. One day, our mothers were fed up with how we treated each other so they sent us on a vacation together. There, we became best friends and after that trip, we have done everything together and actually enjoyed it. Soon, we started to like each other and we kissed and everything inside me melted. I've been waiting to kiss you since forever and once I did I never wanted anything bad to happen to you. Then, one stupid idea came along where we wanted to spend time alone together, so we were going to California's Coast when we got into a car wreck. You were affected the most by the crash and went into a coma. The day you went into a coma was the day everything went wrong. Your mother did nothing but cry, your friends did nothing but visit you. They're usually loud and obnoxious but with you in a coma, its like they were different people. Then there was me, I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't sleep, I NEVER went home. That was the worst day in my life, when you went into a coma. If you died in there, I would have gone with you. Please remember me Willow, please."

I stand there for a moment, processing all he told me. But the thing is, I don't remember anything he said. Those memories are gone.

"Adam, I'm so sorry. But I just can't remember you." With that I walk away.

Before walking back to my house, I turn back around and look at him. He has a tear down his cheek and sadness and anger mixed in his eyes. He runs away.

I run back home and up to my room. I slam my door and throw everything in sight. Why can't I remember?








AURTHOR'S NOTE: Well, looks like Willow can't remember anything..


THERE ARE LIKE 2 MORE CHAPTER LEFT!?!?!?!?! I will  have a special "end of the book" thanking...(if that makes sense...)


The video I used is called 'Caves' by Haux (I love them)


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