Don't Forget(Chrissy Costanza)

Chapter 8

*Kate's PoV*
"It's okay... what's wrong doctor?" I asked.
"We have detected strange situation in your brain." He started talking.
No please. This can't be possibly happening. My head started turning and my heart started beating faster. I'm not ready to hear this...
"I know what you are thinking, and you should be calm. We did all the possible tests during your staying and it's not a tumor of any kind of posible or real cancer. What happens, is that your brain has a re-boot condition. When you get a strong blow to the head and you fall unconscious, there could be a very high chance of memory loss. We can't know for sure why this happens, and it's a very rare condition and it has no effective treatment yet... So it's more of a warning so that you avoid anything that could put your memory at risk." Spoke the doctor. (VERY QUICK A/N: I have CERO medical knowledge, so pls don't murder me if this is biologically un probable)
I felt a huge relief... I am not like my mother. I am not like my mother. Thank God I am clean.
So... Memory loss... Maybe life can erase everything that had happened before. What would you forget? If you had to choose, what memories would you protect? Why is memory so important after all? I mean I'll take care of myself because I want to remember Chrissy and my friends. I can forget everything but them.
I hope I could forget everything but them.
"Thank you doctor." I said bluntly.
"You are free to go miss, your papers are on reception." He said, turned around and left.
I stood there for a couple of minutes, waiting, for something else to come. Something more specific, the name of this thing, how did they know it existed, why could it be there? But nothing came.
"Did you just see a ghost?" Asked the pretty girl as she walked out of the bathroom. I turned around to see her, she was just wearing a towel around her body, her hair was wet, and she left a small puddle under her feet. She is truly beautiful. I remembered she asked me something. What was it? Shitshitshit I can't remember...
"Sorry what?" I asked trying now not to loose her voice again...
"Are you okay?" She repeated.
"Eehhh no... Everything's fine." I answered taking a seat.
"Cool..." she went to her bag and started getting dressed.
I started thinking about last night, about how it felt to have her close, how her body felt against mine...
Then it hit me.
We are going back.
Back to normal. She will gain back her throne and I'll be sent to the bottom again. She will live her life surrounded by roses and diamons, while I'll be in between thorns and bones. I don't want to be hurt by her again. I wish I could be just like her friends, be someone at school, get to talk to her.
But instead I'm miss no-one.
"About last night..." She started talking.
My mind thought about all the possible options. She hates me. She wants to forget about it. It was the worst sex ever.
"I liked it." She just said.
Oh my god. She LIKED MEEE.
I blushed like crazy. My cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree.
"I... I... I li... liked... it... it too... a... a... lot..." I stuttered. Fuck why am I stuttering?! I just put myself in a perfectly suicide position.
Go on... Do it. Be the Queen.
"Oh my god you are blushingg!!" She yelled as she ran to hug me.
"YOU ARE THE CUUUTEEESTTTT!!!" She didn't let go. I hugged her back. We stayed like that for some minutes. She is truly beautiful. I breathed her scent for a long time. Only God knows when I would feel her smell again. Sometimes I wonder what would God do if he was I. I wonder what would I do if I could have his power for a day.
Delete everything.
All memories turn to dust.
And turn her into a golden statue.
So that everyone could see her as I do.
Why did God place us in oposite sides of life? I wish he sat on his office and think about this situation, I wish he wondered why he did this; I hope he wished to change it.
She let go.
I need her warmth.
"Thank you." I said.
"For what?" She asked.
Where should I start? Thank you for changing because of me, thank you for showing me your true self, for letting me see your world, for giving me the warmth my heart ached for. Thank you for making me smile. Thank you for...
"Everything." I just answered.
She got closer to me. My sight flew to her lips. Where my lips belonged. Even though my mind knows she belongs somewhere else, her heart doesn't belong with mine... Why does my heart, against all odds, beat for her? Why does my body feel this way next to her? She belongs somewhere else, and I feel like I belong with her. Where should I go?
"About the date you mentioned..." she started.
Shit.
"I would like to have it. If you wouldn't mind." She ended.
"I'd like it too..." I whispered.
"Okay... I guess I'll invite you somewhere then."
My heart broke a little. I bet she won't ever talk back to me.
"Okay" I just whispered.
I just hugged her. She is beautiful.
I don't ever want to let go.