A/N:Just wanted to clear something up, italics are bits of a flashback and the normal text is what's happening in the present and I hope you enjoy.
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Amnesia:
Ricky's POV••
I woke up with back pain but it didn't bother me anymore. I made my way over to the mirror that hung on the wall and looks at the bags under my eyes that were more visible than before, my hair being in need of a desperate haircut.
It's been a month now but it feels like it all happened yesterday. The makeup running down her face and the call in the middle of the night. The blur of driving in the pouring rain and the heartache of the whole week. Sighing, I turned around and observed my room. It would be a lie if I told that it wasn't messy, because it was past messy. Plastic water bottles littered the room and broken pieces of a tequila bottle laid at the left side of the bedroom wall. The curtains were drawn over the window making the room dark and there were unknown stains on my walls.
In the hallway the shattered picture frames still remained untouched from the day I threw them onto the floor. Everything in the living room was untouched since the last day she was here. The pillows were still on the floor and her house keys still remained on the floor where she threw them.
After so many days and weeks I spent in my room I finally stood in the living room, examining everything. And then the memories came, each one hitting me like a punch.
"I can't do this anymore Ricky!" she yelled and threw her house key to my face. Her makeup was running down her face and she sunk down to her knees, a noise that crossed between a cry and a scream leaving her mouth. She clutched her chest where her heart should be and lowered her head so her hair covered her face.
I stood there like an idiot, motionless and I didn't even mutter a single word. I know I should've said something but I went mute and my whole body seemed to shut down.
"Goodbye Ricky." she whispered and then she grabbed her purse, walking out the door.
The rest of the events were a big blur but then the clear memory of the call came into mind.
"Hello is this Ricky Dillion?" said a male voice through the phone.
"Yes why?" I asked
"Your girlfriend y/n was in a car accident."
I shouldn't have let her leave.
I quickly pulled on my jacket and ran out into the pouring rain, looking for my car.
I remember the car headlights and the cars honking at me when I swerved my car left and right, trying to speed by the other cars. I remember the doctors running and yelling orders.
"Where is she?" I demanded at the lady in the front desk.
"Sir please calm down." She said but I didn't hear her and ran down the hall, searching for her.
I remember looking at her lying in the hospital bed, the piece of glass the was lodged in her cheek.
"Let me through! I need to see her!" I yelled at the nurses trying to push me back.
"Sir I'm sorry but you cannot enter." One said while another called for security.
And then the pain came back, I felt it in my heart and I finally understood why she clutched her chest when she fell onto the ground. I couldn't stop but feel angry at myself and I felt something boil inside me and I stood up and grabbed the lamp beside me and threw at the wall. I fell to the ground and curled up into a ball, letting the tears roll down my face.
"She's dead." claimed the doctor and I felt the world spinning and I couldn't breathe, the nurses surrounding me and then I blacked out.
I rocked back and fourth and pulled at my hear, letting a scream out and curled up into a tighter ball.
The funeral was a bigger blur. It was windy and damp outside from last nights rain. I stood in the front along with her family and her best friend. I didn't make it through the whole funeral and around the end I ran away from everything and from everyone.
I finally sat up from my position and rested my head in my hands and let the memories relive over and over again.
"Some days," I spoke, my voice raspy from the lack of use,"I wish that I could wake up with amnesia." and I found myself singing her favorite song.
