Remember me ? (H.S)

Chapter 7

JADES POV

I lay silently in my bed as I think back to what my mom had told me on that horrible day. I was in 8th grade at the time and of course everything seemed like the end of the world back then. But that was nothing compared to what I was feeling, I had lost myself without even trying and all I wanted was to be myself again.

Realizing there was no way I would be able to sleep with all these thoughts on my mind, I decided on taking a little tour around my room in hopes I could find anything to jog my memory.

I get up and take a couple deep breathes before figuring out were to start. I make my way over to my dresser and rummage through my clothes, holding up a few shirts and examining them with a confused expression. My style sure has changed a lot from what I can remember.

I walk over to my night stand where I keep my Jewelry box. I open the honey brown box, with an in crested 'J' on the top and glance through my necklaces and rings, when one thing in particular catches my eye.

I hold up the sterling silver chain which seems to be broken as if someone yanked it off their neck, I notice the charm which looks to be a paper plane, the wings of the plane are so close to each other it almost looks like a heart.

I turn it over examining it in hopes that it would have a name engraved in it or something, but it doesn't. I'm grateful for this new piece of my past, and I stare carefully at it waiting for something, anything, a flash of someone's face, maybe the person that gave it to me, anything at all.

I have no idea how this works, but after starring at this piece for about five minutes, I began to think this is not how this whole "memory" thing happens.

I sigh in defeat and place the necklace back in my jewelry box making sure to separate it from my other jewelry. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. I glance at the clock sitting on my night stand by my bed and it reads 1:57 a.m. I'm still not tired and decided to take a shower. I make my way into the bathroom and glance at the mirror noticing the wrap around my head I change my mind, plugging the tub and turning the water temperature all the way to the left letting the hot water run filling the bath tub. I grab some dawn from under the sink and squeeze a little too much into the water letting the bubbles form.

As soon as the water is almost filled to the tub I began to undress letting my sweats and underwear slide to the floor, I bring my shirt over my head, wincing a little when there's a pain in my side. I turn around to face the mirror, noticing a couple of greenish blue bruises covering my shoulder and just above my chest.

I look down to the side of my body were my ribs are to see an extremely large purple-green bruise covering half of my side. A gasp escapes my lip when I brush my finger over it. I wince again when my finger touches the purple part of the bruise in the middle right between my ribs.

My eyebrows furrow in annoyance, rolling my eyes I step over my clothes not caring to pick them up,and step my feet into the tub. The water is so hot I feel like my skin is going to burn off, but I'm too exhausted to give a fuck. I let the water relax my tense muscles, noticing a few more bruises here and there but they're no where near as bad as the bruise on my side, and for that I am grateful.

I grab the blue loofah dangling from the shower faucet, and some soap lathering it up before washing my body. I'm careful when I scrub over my bruises, not daring to scrub the one on my side. When I'm done I stand up grabbing the shower head and running the cool water to rinse myself off.

When I'm done, I grab a towel which are thankfully in the same spot under the cabinet like I remember them to be. I feel goosebumps as the cool air hits me when I step out of the bathroom. As I enter my bedroom, I notice it's a lot colder then it was for and I glance over at the open window.

What the fuck? Who opened that?

I look out the window but don't see anyone, shrugging it off I close it and notice the lock on it is broken. Did someone break in? I check around frantically to make sure nothing is missing, which is dumb considering I don't even remember half the things that are in my room now. Nothing seems to be missing, but again how the fuck should I know?

I'm defiantly not sleeping in this room tonight. I hurriedly change into one of my dad's oversized shirts and make my way to my parents room. I cautiously open the door not wanting to wake them up.

I walk over to my moms side, and slide under the covers she wakes up a little and smiles at me before swinging her arm around over me and kissing my forehead before going back to sleep. I want to tell her about my window and how someone might have broken in but I don't want to alarm her, who ever came was gone.

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A/N

sorry this chapter was super boring, I'm kind of on writers block and don't have my annoying bestfriend telling me how to make it more dramatic lol, I'll make sure to make the next chapter more interesting :)

- Flinn 💞✌️