Nerd in Leather

Chapter 10

A.N. 116!!!!! I'm super psyched!!!!! Well go on now, READ!!!! Don't worry!! I'm still alive!!!

~Mikki's POV~

Have you ever wanted to remember so badly, that it hurt your brain. If not, it's hard an tiring. I don't know much, buts here's what I do know:

My name is Mikayla Grace Teer.

I am 17.

My birthday is July 15. Really the basics. But here's what I want to remember:

My boyfriend, Nate.

My family.

My school work. (Yes I'm still a nerd inside.)

I could live a lifetime not remembering my name. But something about Nate makes me want to remember. I wrote him a note earlier. I hope he read it. I'd hate to forget and run.

Here's another result of a car crash; glass in your vocal chords. I can't speak or sing, and from what my brother tells me, I have a beautiful voice. I like to listen to music. It's about all I do in the white wall hole of boringness.

Lane is sleeping in the chair next to me. It's probably two in the morning, but being as carful as possible, I sneak out of my bed. They disconnected most of my tubes yesterday. It's been one week since the accident.

Wow! For being a nerd, I don't talk with very much sophistication.

Back to me being a little sneak. Well, I get out of my bed on the opposite side of where Lane is sleeping.

251. That's Nate's room.

I walk cautiously into the room. Nate is drooling on his bed. He is laying on his stomach with his hand hanging over the side and his feet hanging over the end.

I forgot how tall he was! Well I did forget everything about myself. I even forgot that I had never sang for him!

Wait! No one ever told me I had never sang for him. No one knew except for Nate. He was the only one who had ever even heard me sing at all.

Could I possibly be remembering my past?