7 March 2017
Dear diary
Good news I can finally leave this medicine and detol smelling room. It been stinging my nose as I breathe. Everyday that guy has been here. Casually watching me through a gap in the curtains windows. What is this guy found here and why does it seem like he knows me. This is it I'm writing a letter for this guy and leaving in on the bedside table for him. He goes nothing.
To mystery guy,
I know you have been watching me. I have so many questions about you. Who are you? Do I know you? Were we friends? I wish you would come and talk to me because quite frankly I'm bursting with questions and hope you could answer.
-Carla
Ok this should work I fold the paper and leave it on the bed side table. Now I pretend that I'm asleep.
After about 10 agonizing minutes the door opens and I see the handsome male walk through and over to the bedside. Through the crack that I allow my eye to open I see him up close. And damn he is beautiful. His sun kissed checks and nose. The lusious hair falling just the right way his smile as he looks down at me. And the way he holds my hand. WAIT!? HOLDS MY HAND! WHY IS HE HOLDING MY HAND!
He is saying something actually more like mumbling something. I can't quite make out what he was saying but I wish I could this could be important information. Ugh! Speak louder. He is interrupted by a nurse coming to check my vitals and he takes the letter and leaves. Why nurse? Why did you have to make him leave? Now with more questions brewing what am I going to do.
Peace for now
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Teen FictionCarla lost her memory in an accident and is trying everything to get it back but nothing is working. She is haunted by a mysterious face that she longs to meet and faces the challenges of a year 12 life.
