Andi Mack: Life Saver [A Jonah Beck Story]

Chapter One

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No one is going to believe me when I say I felt his heart stop in my own body, but it's true.

Around three months ago my little brother was rushed to the hospital in the need of a desperate blood transfusion. The doctors didn't have his blood type on hand, so they asked me to donate some. Of course I didn't say no. I didn't hesitate to give any either. I mean he was thirteen years old and my only sibling. I was going to do whatever I could to save him.

The doctors did the operation and said he was healthy. They said he was fine, but something was off. It was like his personality was absent of him, then I realized why when he asked me one simple but earth quaking questions, "Who are you?"

To have a tantrum wasn't my intention. I didn't mean to loose it, but I couldn't stop my self. I was so worried about him during surgery: hoping he would be okay. He was not and when I realized that I slammed my hand against the wall hitting it. Screaming words at the top of my lungs I drew attention from neighboring rooms. Tears flowed down my face like a river . My mom tried to cool me down; give me a hug. I froze staring past them as tears marks stained my face.

My brother's heart rate machine was beeping so fast. The look of fear took over his face made me feel sick. His nurse came in to provide him oxygen. A few seconds later he passed out. My parents called my name over and over again, "Amber, Honey he's going to be fine. Amber." Soon sounds became muffled and I went down. I was out too.

It's been weird since then. When he and I got out of the hospital I could feel his every emotion and every form of physical pain. I'm not sure why. It's a mystery to me and our parents have no clue. My brother and I are sometimes close, but everyday is the same.

He wakes up a blank slate. He has no clue who or where he is. He goes into straight panic mode and he doesn't remember me. He doesn't remember anything.

It's heart breaking.

My mom pulled my brother out of public school after his incident, which my dad still upset about because she didn't consult him at first.

It's been hard watching my brother's friends come over to find out he has no memory of them. It was even harder when I realized they gave up on him and stopped showing. I talk to some of them. They weren't betraying him exactly. They claimed that the friend they once knew is gone and it hurts to see him the way he is.

Well... I see him like that everyday. I will see him like that for the rest of my life. Why? Because I have no choice. I can't leave. If I could I would be somewhere having fun, not being depressed.

Okay. I know. I know. It's not nice to think in that particular context, but the truth is I'm scared. I am scared about his future. Afraid that he may never go to college, get a job, get married, or live on his own. How am I supposed to be happy if I know deep down inside that he'll never be?

He's almost never happy. He wakes up every morning scared and crying, unfamiliar with his surroundings. He doesn't know who to call for or what to do. As far as he could know: We kidnapped him. He's skeptical all through the day because three strangers telling him that their his family.

And is he just supposed to believe that?

Be realistic, if anyone woke up with no previous memory of their past and some random person they're their sister would they believe it.

I wouldn't even believe it with my memories considering I have no sisters.

Just my brother...

Jonah...

Who doesn't remember me.