32 Memories - Cameron Dallas

The Accident

chapter 1: the accident

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53 DAYS LATER

That stupid jar.

That stupid jar that she wanted to make so badly.

I had only agreed because it made her happy, and I loved seeing her happy.

Yeah, I thought it was a dumb idea, but in the end I was so thankful for making that stupid jar.

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It happened so fast. One minute I was listening to her sweet laughter and the next I was hearing her bloodcurdling scream. Before I knew it there was shattered glass flying everywhere and my face was smacking against the side of the car, sending a numbing pain throughout my body.

Just like that, I woke up in the hospital.

I was okay. I was in pain, but I was okay. I hadn't a clue how she was doing or if she was even alive. She was the first thing on my mind from the minute my eyes fluttered open to see just white. White walls, white floor, white blanket over me, and the white ceiling above me.

"Mary... is Mary okay?" I choke on my words as I try to sit up. The nurse was already in, and she tried to make me lay back again. "No- where's Mary?!"

"Calm down, honey," the nurse gently pushes my shoulders back until I'm laying down again and continues, "Your friend... she's in the I.C.U."

"The I.C.U.?" I repeat, my eyes growing wide in shock. All I could think about was if she's okay... if she had any scars, or if she was still in one piece.

"She's not in very good condition, dear," she smiles sadly, "and she--"

"Cameron!" the nurse is cut off by the sound of my mother's voice filling the small room. My head snaps up and I see my mom rushing towards me. "Oh, baby."

"Careful, ma'am, the pain is going to kick in soon." the nurse warns her before walking out of the room. My mom hugs me somewhat tightly but makes sure not to crush my body even more.

"Oh gosh, Cam! I was so worried..." suddenly my mother has tears slipping from her eyelids and she brings her hand up to cover her mouth. "I'm also disappointed in you."

"I know..." I say, ashamed of myself. She has every reason to be disappointed in me. The whole accident was my fault and if I didn't make that stupid decision, I wouldn't be laying in the hospital bed right now.

"I'm just glad you're okay."

"What about Mary? Why is she in the I.C.U.?" I ask worriedly only to earn a frown from my mother.

"I asked if I could see her," she sighs, "but right now it's family only."

"Is her mom here?" I ask, already knowing the answer before my mom shakes her head from side to side. "That means nobody is here for her." I frown.

"I don't think it really matters, Cam." My mom sets her hand over mine and squeezes it, looking at me sadly.

"Of course it matters!" I raise my voice, ignoring the pain in my head it gives me. "She's going to wake up and nobody is going to be here for her. I need to see her."

"Cameron, listen..." my mom speaks slowly and lets out a long breath. She opens her mouth to speak again but closes it when the doctor walks in.

"Mrs. Dallas?" he speaks and she looks at him. "There are some things we need to discuss about your son."

"Wait, Doctor?" I call before they both exit the tiny room, and he turns around. "Can I see Mary?"

He's hesitant but I get to see her. I get to use a wheelchair and it wasn't as cool as I thought. On the way there I see Mary's mom talking to a doctor outside of what I assume is her room.

"Cameron," she says when she sees me. Her eyes are bloodshot and she looks scared and like she hasn't gotten sleep in days. "You did this! You did this to my daughter!"

"It's not like you cared about her anyway." I snap at her and she gasps, taking a step back. I have the urge to wheel over her foot with my wheelchair as I slide past her, but I don't and keep moving myself into Mary's hospital room. Her mother doesn't follow me which I'm thankful for, she's a crazy mother. She never acted like she cared about Mary before, and now she wants to yell at me for hurting her daughter? It makes no sense when I know her daughter better than she does.

Sadness washes over me when I see her fragile body lying on the hospital bed, her breaths even and her eyes closed. She was so tan from this summer but right now she just looked so pale. There was a bandage wrapped around her head and cuts all over her face, and it brought tears to my eyes.

It was all my fault. She looked like this because of me.

"Mary..." I whisper, rolling up to her side. I reach for her small hand and hold it in both of mine. I sit there for who knows how long until she stirs in the bed and my head snaps up. Her eyes flutter open and land on me, filling with confusion. It was still good to see those big hazel eyes again.

I've always loved her eyes; they're always a different color. My favorite would be when they turn a pretty blue-grey color.

"Mary," I say her name quietly for the second time as she stares at me. "I'm so so sorry... you're okay, though. I don't know what I would do if--" I stop speaking when she jerks her hand out of my grasp.

"Who are you?" she asks, frightened.

"W-what?"

"I don't know you."

"Mary, it's me. It's Cam. Cameron, your best friend since second grade."

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know who you are."

I had no idea how to describe what I was feeling right now. It's all making sense now but I don't want to believe it. It made sense how my mom said it wouldn't matter if Mary's mother was here or not because Mary wouldn't remember her anyway. This pain felt worse than the pain when the accident actually happened. It was almost unbearable.

"Do you remember what happened?" I ask and she just shakes her head. Tears are already falling out of my eyes by the time the doctor enters the room.

"I think you should go now, Mr. Dallas."

"Why doesn't she know who I am?!" I cry. The answer is obvious and I already know the truth, I just didn't want to believe it.

"Mr. Dallas, Mary has amnesia."

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