Chapter 9
~*Niall's POV*~
I could barely breathe as her hands shook slightly, trying to hard to recreate her handwriting that she hadn't printed for a while now. Her messy letters now filling in the spaces of the once loopy and fancy handwriting I had seen her write with almost a year before.
As the words turned into a question my heart about stopped.
Who did this to me?
Just a simple question. A simple question that meant so much. Just five words that turned out to be the worst question of my life.
How does one tell someone whom they care so much for that their own father did this to her? Ruined her life? Came in and cracked it into little bits to be left all alone and scared in a distraught mess?
~*Zayn's POV*~
Does she not remember?
Does Janvi not remember who put her here and made her suffer through so much?
I mean, I doubt that it would be so easy to just forget who the person was that tried their very best to make your life a living hell. Not to mention try to kill you!
"Babe..." I started to say. My breathe catching slowly. How the hell do I say this? "Babe, um, do you not remember?"
The words rushed out quickly. My mind racing as my heart thundered rapidly.
Looking confused, she shook her head slowly. The small crease in her eyebrow telling me that it hurt to move even just a little.
"Oh shit." The doctor whispered faintly from beside me.
On any other day that would have been hilarious. It's not everyday that you hear a high respected doctor curse.
Pulling on my elbow as well as Niall's she shoved us out of the room and shut the door. Turning towards the blonde Irish boy beside me, we both exchanged confused and frustrated looks. What the hell is going on?
Not more than a mere minute later, the short silver headed lady opened the door and popped out.
"Sorry boys for shoving you both out of the room so suddenly." She whispered as she closed the door behind her. It seemed oddly quiet in the hospital hallway. All of the dark doors were closed all down the long narrow hall. Only the occasional window or nurses desk stood, interrupting the bland white wallpaper that was starting to peel a little bit at the tops.
"You're fine, but I think I speak for the both of us when I ask what is happening!?" I spoke loudly. My voice increasing volume with every syllable spoken.
I glanced at Niall, to see that his eyes had fallen to the floor and his hands were being held behind his back. The usual pale face, now even paler and in strong contrast to the purple bags that had found themselves underneath his tired blue eyes.
"Well, we honestly were expecting a small bit of memory loss when Janvi woke. But for her to not remember this bigger portion of her life is not normal. It's usual for a patient to not remember anything from right before the specific accident had occurred, but the fact that she had received much mental and physical abusing as a child, we would think that would be a bigger chunk of her life. Therefore harder to forget. the brain will usually piece simple things together. For example, here, the fact that she was abused as a child, her brain would probably blame her father for why she woke in a hospital. Then and again, she still remembers each of your names, given because she recognizes your faces. So why she doesn't remember something so huge, is what we are going to try to figure out." Dr. Staan spoke quickly. A small frown being placed on her thin lips as her eyebrows pulled in just slightly.
"Wait, how long do you think it'll be until she might regain her memory or everything?" Niall mumbled looking frightened at the knowing that Jan didn't remember what had happened.
"I'm not honestly sure. It could be just a few days, a few months, or she may never regain her memories of her father." Dr. Staan nodded sadly and folded her arms across her chest.
Looking to Niall, I saw that he was shaking his head slowly. Each shake only increasing speed until it looked as though is head was about to spin off. Tears began to form in his eyes and trickled out when he squeezed them closed. Quickly though he turned and walked slowly down the hallway towards the waiting rooms.
The news struck me as a punch would a jaw. The full force hitting me all at once as I finally asked the question i've been meaning to for a while.
"Since she doesn't remember her father, does she not remember us as well? Does she only know us by our faces and not by her memories?" I spoke softly. Tears threatening my own eyes as I waited for the small woman to respond to me.
"I don;t know hon. I wouldn't think so, but with Janvi, anything is possible. She may remember exactly everything about you and nothing about her Father. I'd give it time before you want to ask her about that though. It could cause her to think that she doesn't remember anything and cause her loads of stress. Which is exactly what we don't want right now, because she is recovering and can't take a lot all at once."
Nodding, I turned and wandered down the hallway following Niall.
Finally, I let the tears overflow. The salty water trailing down my cheeks as I stumbled along the wall, my fingers trailing on the off-white wallpaper.
She may not remember me.
She may not remember anything except my face.
At that moment I knew how I felt.
All this time I kept on denying my feeling for Janvi Courting. I really did love her.
Just like the other four boys.
But one thing is for certain. I'm going to fight harder for her. For her memories and for her heart.
(A/N)
So that was probably the longest update I have actually done in a while!! :D Awesome! There was a lot more emotion in this chapter...err... or maybe really in this whole book. It's kind of depressing, but please don't give up on me! It should be getting better soon! ;)
If you do find any mistakes please just ignore them if you can >.< My editor on here is screwed up again and isn't working with me
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-Chloe Sophia ♥
