Broken (Brown Eyed Boy book 2)

Confused (Jessie POV)

I didn't get what was going on. I had no idea why I was in the hospital or who all these strange people were. The only ones I knew were my mom and stepdad and they seemed like an island in the middle of this ocean of confusion I felt. They swore I knew the boy with the deep brown eyes, Carlos, and the little girl who was with him and the woman I assumed was their mother. But I had never seen them before. And when I said I didn't know them, the little girl bursted into tears and I felt terrible even though I had no real reason why. I was being honest, I didn't know them. They were just strangers to me who claimed a connection that I was unaware of. But seeing her cry like that made me feel like the worst person in the world because she seemed so sweet and innocent that I felt no one should make her cry like that.

            Even thinking about how bad I felt for making her cry didn't match up to how horrible I felt for obviously hurting Carlos. When I woke up I didn't know where I was and he was just sitting there smiling at me like he had been waiting for me. Part of me thought he was just a dream angel I had made up and the other part seemed genuinely happy to see him. And then I smiled because his was just too contagious not to. But then he started saying he was my boyfriend and it just freaked me out. I had no idea who he was and it scared me that he sounded so confident in saying we were together. So naturally I freaked out at his words but then I felt bad when I saw his face. He seemed so broken and pained by my denial that I wanted to say I was joking and I knew who he was. Only I didn't know who he was and for all I knew he could be a really good actor.

            When the doctor came in asking me all these questions about what my name was and when I was born and even my address, I got even more confused. Why did any of that matter? I was in a hospital for a reason beyond me and all she wanted to do was conduct an interview like I was getting a job. It made no sense. Then she took me for an x- ray and I got really worried. What happened to me? Why was I getting an x- ray? Why was I in the hospital at all? When I asked any of those questions the doctor told me everything was fine they were just checking up on me because I had had a head injury the day before. The only problem was I didn't remember said head injury. If it wasn't for the ache in my head every time I moved or even thought to hard, I would think she was making it up. Only she wasn't making it up and I was obviously not remembering it. Which got me to thinking, if I wasn't remembering how I ended up in the hospital in the first place, what else was I not remembering?