The Note

 

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      I saw him, again. I see him everywhere I go. It's been almost year since the first sighting. He looks familiar, but I know I don't know who he is. He's tall. He always stands a good 50 yards away. I could tell, though, he's at the least 6'0''. The perfect height for me. He's got these deep blue ocean eyes that you can't pull your own eyes away from. To make him more perfect he has a dark brown hair that almost looks black. A perfect combination. His style is "preppy" with a hint of "bad-boy" to it. Mmm, my kind of guy. I wish I could go up and talk to him, meet him, ask him why he is always around... Just looking at me from a far, not saying a word. Almost like he is watching over me. There's only one problem... He's not real.

 

                                                             10 months earlier

 

     My eyes slowly start to open. This doesn't look like my room. Where am I? I can hardly move. My body aches all over. What is going on? I see my mom huddle over me, crying. Has she gotten a few gray hairs since yesterday? Next whom approaches my bed is my... twin sister? and my... "little" brother?.  Something isn't right. Why do they look so much different? They didn't look like this not too long ago. Wait.. Where am I? Am I in a hospital? What has happened?! I start panicking. The doctor has rushed in. He's flashing lights in my eyes.

     "Annalise? Can you here me? If you can, can you say something? Do you know where you are?"

     "I-I..." I stuttered. I feel like I have talked in months.

     "It's okay. Your safe." He's says in a calm and comforting voice. He's standing to the left of me. Now, I think it's everyone, is standing around where I am lying. Along with my mom, sister, and little brother, I can see my dad with a very worried look, and whom seems to look like my best friend only older looking. Is that her older sister maybe? I thought she was an only child.

     "Am I in a hospital?" I'm so confused, now.

     "Yes, you are. Do you know why you are here?"

     "No..." I'm getting worried. What happened to me? Why am I hurting everywhere? I'm scared!

     "Annalise,... You were in a car accident a little less than a week ago. You are pretty beaten up, but no major damage except one possible thing..."

    "What is that?" I move my fingers, toes, arms, legs, and everybody part I can praying that I'm not paralyzed.

    "No, you're not paralyzed." I freaking out now. None of this is making since! "Annalise, do you know how old you are?"

     What kind of question was that? Of course I know how old I am! "I'm 15 years old." There is silence in the room. Nobody is saying anything. My mom leans into my dad's arms crying. Why is she crying? I look at my twin sister, my little brother, and my friend... That really is them. They aged a few years. Wait a second! How much time has gone by?!

     "I'm afraid you have lost a part of your memory." The doctor stated with a saddening look on his face. This is all making since now. The question is how much do I not remember. Well, I thought I was fifteen... How old am I now? "I am going to guess, from the age you gave me, that you don't remember anything over the last four-five years. You just had your 20th birthday three months ago."

     This was a lot of news to take in. I cannot believe any of it. I missed the last four and a half years of my life. That's most of my high school years. I missed prom, friends, parties, memories, graduation! I feel tears roll down my face. "Was anyone else hurt in the accident? What happened?"

     My sister answered these questions. "You went to dinner with your boyfriend. When he went to drop you off at home..." She couldn't quite seem to find the words to finish her sentence. She stayed calm, but there were tears streaming down both sides of her face, silently falling to the floor. "A drunk driver hit the car you both were in."

     "Wha-Was.... Where is he at? Is he okay? The drunk driver? Is he hurt?" Lord, please let them both be okay.

     "No. Stefan, didn't make it. As far as the drunk driver, he is okay. He has miner injuries." She response without making eye contact with me until she finished.

     I didn't know what to say or how to react. I remember going to the 9th grade, sitting with my friends gossiping about the latest news, and going to the shopping mall after school. Now, here I am roughly five years later and I have graduated high school, probably going to college, living my life, had a boyfriend who I know nothing about, and I don't remember a single bit of it.

     I can't seem look at any of them. It's too saddening. So, I stare out past the gap between where my twin sister and friend are standing at the end of the bed I'm laying in. That's when I see him. The first sighting of many to come. He has a sad, concern look on his face like what the rest of the people look like. He has a tear streaming down side of his face. Who is he? I can see, though, in his left hand he is holding a folded up piece of paper.