"Josie?" I hear him whisper.
My eyes shot open, and I noticed him watching my attempt to sit up, because he adjusted the bed pillows, putting them comfortably behind my back.
I watch as the other visitors file out, leaving just me and this person that I don't recognize. His hair was short and blonde, making his eyes show their elegant, royal green. He looked like he was my age, possibly a year older. But he was really tall.
He must've noticed my questioning look, because he muttered something under his breath.
"Hi, I'm-" he was cut off by the nurse, who was trying to usher him out of the room.
He shook his head. "I'll be back later this afternoon, so you should try and stay awake!" He grinned, walking out the door.
"I guess so," I whisper as he quietly shuts the door behind him. I think the nurse went too.
YOU ARE READING
Lost At Heart
General Fiction10 year old Josie has nothing but bad memories. The worst was being forced to watch her parents get murdered, but somehow she manages to get her memory of that day wiped, too. Will she ever find out what happened?
