Mourning Star (Sequel to Unbroken)

Worlds Away

(MERI’S POV)

Andy and J came out of the room worried?  Scared?  Angry, even? I knew something was up.

“What the hell happened?” I asked them.

“She doesn’t know us.  The doctors say it is just amnesia, and we should try and bring in photographs, favorite shirts or jewelry, and even have her listen to her favorite music,” Andy said.  His voice was stuck in a deep monotone with no expression.

“Shit.  Staycie, Zaenne, Savv, at home there is a scrapbook that is black with silver edging and another one that is blood red with lace.  Go and get those.  They were Aunt Carter’s.  There should also be a blue one with white lace somewhere; that one is Blake’s,” I instructed.  My kids just nodded and hurried out of the room.  I turned to everyone else. 

“Anyone got any pictures of Carter and Ashley? Maybe even some of Blake?” I asked, hopeful.

“Yup, a whole album on my phone just for her,” Dahvie said.  Jayy nodded in agreement.

“I have a few,” Austin said after scrolling through his phone for a minute.

“I have some, most of them are Carter.  I have some of baby Blake, though,” Chris said.  I saw tears in his eyes.  He took the loss of Carter pretty hard.  He really loved her.

“Okay, Chris, Austin, why don’t you go first and show her the pictures that you found, then Dahv and Jayy can go.  Hopefully the kids will be back by then,” I instructed.  They scurried off.

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(BLAKE’S POV)

I woke up and immediately shut my eyes.  Why the fuck was it so god damned bright?

“Oh, good, you’re up,” some lady in a suit said.  “You’re in a hospital, dear.  You fell and hurt your head.  Do you remember?” she asked me.  I gently shook my head.  She pursed her lips and went out of the room.

Suddenly two men came in my room.  One of them was really tall, had a lot of tattoos, a lip and a nose ring, black hair, and was wearing a lot of black.  The other one wasn’t as tall, had semi-curly dark brown hair, glasses, a septum piercing, and was also wearing a lot of black. 

“Hey, Princess,” the one with the brown hair said to me.

“Uh… Hi?” I asked.  Who was this guy?

“Hey Blake,” the tall one said as he walked over to my bed and sat down next to me.

“Um… Who is Blake? And who are you?” I asked.  Both of the men looked at me.  Worried expressions covered their faces like masks.

They left and were soon replaced by two more tall men.  One of them looked taller than the man in black while the other was shorter.  The taller one had dark brown hair that was spiked up, a nose ring, tattooed arms and neck, and was also wearing black.  The other one had a really pale face, noticeably drawn on eyebrows, dark face makeup, several lip piercings, and had long black hair.  He was also wearing all black. 

“Uh… Do I know you?” I asked, unsure.  Were these the people I associated myself with!? They looked about twenty years older than me!

“Yeah, Blake, I’m Austin,” the tall one said, pointing to himself.  “And this is Chris,” he said, pointing to the other guy.

“Who is Blake?!” I asked.

“You.  That is your name,” the tall one, Austin, said.

“But in a girl?  Right?” I asked.  What the hell?