Remember

Chapter 2

I woke up to the beeping heart monitor. My eyes felt like they had been sewn shut. I felt a weight on the edge of the bed beside my legs. I opened my eyes. There was a man with his head laying down by my feet. I could hear his sobs.

I tried to sit up but something was pulling my arm back. I glanced down at my arm and gasped in surprise. Tubes snaked in and out of my right arm. I reached over and managed to yank a few out in disgust. I didn't need these liquids pumped into my bloodstream.

The man looked up in surprise when I moved. He reached over and grabbed my left arm.

"Stop, you'll just make it worse, Karmen."

I gasped and looked up at him, losing focus once I glimpsed his eyes. His eyes were puffy around the edges, but still beautiful. They were a vivid, shade of blue. Darker than most, but not dark enough to be purple.
"H-how do you know my name?"

I whispered locking eyes with the mysterious man.

Confusion washed across his beautiful features, then sadness.

"You don't have any memory of me, do you?"

I shook my head.

He sighed.

"They told me that this might happen. That pieces of your memory might be blocked from your mind. I didn't want to believe it though."

Confused I looked around.

"They who? Where am I? Why am I here?"

"You're in a hospital. And "they" are the doctors."

He sounded so calm.

"So they told me to ask you a few questions when you woke up. Are you ready? "

I nodded my head uncertainly.

"Who is your best friend in the world? Describe him/her. "

The answer came out of my mouth before I knew I was talking.

"Chris Jones. She has red-flame hair, and grey eyes. I've known her since we were both 10, so that would be 7 years."

He nodded as I recited that.

"Ok, who is your chemistry teacher at  highschool, and what highschool do you go to?"

I pretended to think really hard.

"Let's see. Mr. Michelson, and Union Hill highschool in Greenwich, California."

"Okay smartypants, when's you're birthday?"

"July 14, 2001."

I replied without hesitation.

His brows furrowed.

"It seems that you remember everything. Everything except..."

He trailed off.

"Everything except you."

I finished for him.

"But, what makes you so special" I pondered. "Why are you the only thing I can't remember?"

"We've been dating for 2 1/2 years."

"Did I love you?"

"I don't know, but I definitely loved you."