A dream hidden behind a sweat shirt

Chapter three

*her perspective*

Why can't he remeber me? Why couldn't we both lose out memory's? why only him and I was left to suffer? I remember the night clearly in my head. It was a dreary cold night. The day before our anaversery. December first. He had hitched his moms car and we had been dating for two years now, we where both fifteen, he lived in Lewiston and I lived in Tacoma. He went and picked me up to go on an early anaversery date. We were driving to this store near the out skirts of town. I had just told him I loved him and was going to tell him about my dad, but right when I started a drunk driver came and hit us. I had broken some ribs, and a leg with cuts all over my body, but jasper... Jasper got in a coma. I was by his bed side until they basically had to drag me out. When he woke he remembered everything but me. I was devastated and thought it was best for him and I to move on. I never contacted him again. But he used to have black straight hair that hung in his bright blue eyes. And he had pale skin. But now he has blonde curly hair with tan skin. But the same blue eyes.

But yet I don't think that I can tell him anything he won't believe me. Besides I have to much drama in my life right now, I don't need a boy. I already have an over working mom, no food, memory's and I don't want to bring him into my freakish life. I was too messed up. Damaged is the word. Worthless. I continued my classes avoiding him. He kept trying to get my attention. Again I avoided. It was difficult to because of his beautiful blue eyes. And his blonde hair that curled at the ends from his length of hair. And his smile. Just too perfect. I loved it. Yet I avoided it.

After school I ran to my car and then sputtered home.

Once I got home I noticed that my mum was home which is really unusual considering that she is never home.

"Hey mum." I sat my keys down and hugged her. She was cooking something

"Hey hun!"

"What are you cooking?"

"Just noodles."

"Tasty. Well I'm going to run up and get into the shower." I kissed her cheek and jogged upstairs.

Once to my bathroom I locked the door and slid down the wall. lonely and lost tears fell down my cheeks. I knew it wouldn't help to grieve over something like this. All it'd do is make it stressful and make my heart break. But maybe I needed to let everything out once in a while. Maybe being strong all the time isn't good for me. Maybe I need to cry.

I soon stood up and turned the shower on. Walking over to the sink I grabbed the rim and sobbed. Sobbed over life, sobbed over me failing, just sobbed. But the dripping waterfall in my bath drowned out my crys for help. And soon my mascara was washing down my face along with the lonesome tears.

A sticky and humid fog soon covered the bathroom like shadows in a bright day. My clothes stuck to my body.

I finally released the sink and peeled the clothing off my body.

I stepped into the scorching water, but only to feel no pain because my body was numb.

Once out of the shower I put on the sweats I've come to love along with a black long sleeve. I shoved my dark chestnut hair into a wet bun and strode downstairs. I looked at my mum who was sleeping on the couch. Covering her in a blanket, I ran upstairs to check my phone. I had a message.

'Hey I wanted to ask can we go to the movies Saturday?' From jasper. But wait how did he get my number?