Jack's POV
I was laying on my bed crying. Why was I so stupid. I couldn't even remember my true love. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why!
Another tear slid down my face. Another drop of pain. Another drop of regret. Another drop closer to loosing myself.
I had my true love at my fingertips for so long and I couldn't even remember who he was. STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! Why did this have to happen to me?
My memory flashed again but I wasn't fazed by it anymore. These were only quick flashed that showed pictures of the past. Mostly of how stupid I was.
*DING*
My phone went off, pulling me out of my painful state for a second. I contemplated answering it but thought it might be important, so I lazily reached over and grabbed it.
Stalker
Alone again. Seem familiar maybe?
I didn't answer. I just let silent tears fall down my face. I was alone. I was always alone. Every time something good happens to me it gets taken away. So why try.
Stalker
We all remember what happened last time you were alone... All but you.
What did this person mean? They all remember but I forgot? I stopped to think about it. I was curious as to what they meant. I tried thinking so much but nothing surfaced in my mind.
Stalker
How about you think about what happened after the dance, with Beth?
I don't know why I was listening to this person but I thought about it. I remembered the dance but nothing after it.
I remember accidentally spilling a red drink on Beth's white dress. I remember running all the way home afterwards. We all stayed at Mary's and I drew on Aaron's face while he was sleeping. It was close to my birthday.
But everything else was blank. All I could remember was waking up in the hospital and that was apparently a while after. Why couldn't I remember?
Stalker
Completely mind blank I see. Think harder.
I still didn't know why I was listening to this stranger. I don't even know who they are but do far they've helped me remember so why not now.
I thought as hard as I could. Raking my mind for anything that might help... My phone, a pen, footsteps...
I gasped as my vision flashed and pain erupted through my head. My hands shot up to my hair, dropping my phone to the ground. It cracked as it hit the floor.
But I didn't care because my vision flashed and I was walking down the street at night. No, not walking, running. I tripped and hit the pavement hard. Blood seeming through the scrapes that shower through my torn jeans.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the rat himself," I heard a low voice behind me. I tried to get up but a large weight was pushed on my back and I couldn't lift myself off the ground.
"Trying to get away I see. Aaron was right, you are pathetic," the male laughed. I felt betrayed but knew this would happen anyway.
My head was lifted with a tug of my hair and a damp cloth was placed over my mouth. I tried so hard not to breath in but I couldn't hold my breath much longer and breathed in.
Everything went blank and when colours returned they were dark and shadowed. I heard clicking and footsteps from somewhere nearby but I remained still.
"Looks like our little baby is awake," a familiar voice cooed. I felt more tears fall down my face as fear took hold of me.
"W-why are y-you d-doing this?" I choked out. A laugh, cold and dark. Then a hand touched my shoulder in the darkness.
"Because I can," was all I heard before I was punched, right in the eye. I felt it welt up almost instantly and knew it would become a black eye fairly soon.
More blows were made before I was left to myself, to my own twisted thoughts.
I deserved this. I don't know how or why but I did. This was my punishment for living. This was my punishment for being me.
Everything else was a slight blur. I was tied up for what seemed like four or five days before I was taken to a forest and left for dead (love that game). But of coarse, I survived.
I used my experience from when I was kidnapped to find d my way to a small house on the woods. The owner of the house was quick to take me to the hospital but I passed out for a bit on the way.
When I awoke I was already in the hospital with people all around me. They told me i had to be put in a coma. I nodded and felt myself getting sleepy.
When I awoke I remembered absolutely nothing. I remember seeing Mark's face when I told him I didn't remember him. He was so devastated. I wanted to call out to him, tell him I remember but the memory faded and I was alone in my room.
Alone, something I was a lot. People would come but they would always leave again. I hated it. But Mark would always come back, Felix too. They knew how to make me feel... Happy. They could make all my worries fade away.
I looked at my cracked phone and picked it up. I turned it on and was relieved when the screen lit up.
I went to my contacts to reply to the unknown number only to discover it wasn't there. All my other contacts were there but the unknown number wasn't.
I checked my text history (does that even exist?) But discovered there was no trace of it anywhere. But that's impossible.
Did I imagine it all? But I swear someone was texting me. Now that I think about it, there wasn't really any possible way someone could have. I had a new phone and all the times the person texted me they would say what I thought.
Maybe it was just my imagination. I don't know but I need to tell someone that Aaron was the one who attacked me.
I ran downstairs to find Minx but froze when I saw her. She was talking to Aaron. I tried to get away before he saw me but it was too late.
"Oh Hey Jack, I heard you lost your memory. What a shame, I hope you get it back soon," he said with a look that showed he knew exactly what happened. How was I going to get out of this?
Heheheheheh. Cliffhanger on a very tense screen. Do ya hate me? Probably XD
