romance story that is yet to have a name

1; lol awkward.

"Fifteen year old, (y/n) (l/n) has been found alive and suffers from some head trauma, recent reports are believed that she now has amnesia, but we are still unsure on those details. The culprit is still out there, if you have any information please contact the police station as soon as possible. He was last seen to be in a white SUV, and up on the screen should be a facial composite described by witnesses."

I exhaled deeply as the lady said to be my mother rushed in to turn the TV off.

"You know what the doctor said honey, you shouldn't be watching that." She said concerned.

"I want to know what happened." I looked to my feet with guilt. Looking at wrists was painful, but it was far worse in the mirror. Bruises were still extremely visible, it seemed like they simply enlarged as the days went on, considering I have only been home for two days.

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I was happy I convinced my mother to let me go to school. Three days since I'd been home, my therapist urged me not too, but I want to know who I was. I want to be myself again, so that's what I planned to do, learn about myself.

Last night I'd searched all throughout my room for any kind of hidden personality. My mother told me I loved to dance ballet and play the piano. To my curiosity I tried, but I guess that amnesia has really taken a toll on me and I refused to be any more than disappointed.

I did learn of other things, I loved to write, like a ton. I found all kinds of papers, some hidden in clever spots, while others layed flatly in my notebook. Of course, I had some depressing suicidal notes, that I guess never really worked out, but I found one specific notebook quite peculiar. 

Joseph was the boy's name, I guess I adored him to put it simply. At least a hundred pages had been written about him. Yet, when I checked my phone for any Joseph's on any app or in my contacts, there was no Joseph.

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I can do this. I swung open the school doors walking in.

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Walking into the area next to the cafeteria, people stood around sitting on the brick made seats, nobody was in the middle. Suddenly it felt as it all eyes were on me, and all I could do was look around.

My eyes seemed to stick to one boy, his black messy hair was somehow soothing, and his brown eyes were so brightening from a mile away. His figure wasn't muscular, but somewhat a bit lanky and thin.

"y/n!" Two girls ran towards me full of giggles. They tackled me and squeezed the living hell out of me. My eyes went wide, holy shit. What do I do, crap crap crap.

"Uh, hey, sorry, but who are you guys?" I slowly pushed them back.

"Oh my god. It's true you do have amnesia. Dumb ass!  Why'd you go and get kidnapped." She slobbered, tears rolling out of no where.

"Stop, you're scaring her you dickhead! y/n, we're your uh ex best friends? I mean do we still count as best friends?" The girl with shorter hair and glasses spoke as the other one hysterically cried on. 

The one with glasses and short blonde hair blabbered on and I soon found out her name was Chelsea. She seemed like a put together, yet crazy on the inside kind of person, while the other girl, whose name is Victoria, was quite outgoing and exceptionally weird. She had caramel colored skin, but her face was scattered with freckles, it was quite mesmerizing.

A bell rang and both the girls ran off muttering words I was to loopy to understand.

"Hey wait!"  I attempted to chase after them in hopes of them showing me around considering I kind of can't remember anything, but they seemed to have disappeared.

You've got to be kidding me. 

Now I'm really alone.

They left their best friend to get devoured.

I shouldn't have done this-

"You're schedule?"

I whipped around to look at my savior. The boy from earlier I had been staring at stood before me.

"My schedule?" I asked clueless. What schedule? Oh shit, my school schedule. I'll have to call my mom to bring it or show me how to look it up.

"You don't have it?" He pushed his weight to one foot, so he was leaning to the side. His hair flipped over effortlessly, it was so hot. Wait what. I internally face palmed as I became disturbed with my previous thoughts.

"I- uh, no, but I can-" I rambled on trying to make up a good excuse for my stupidity.

"It's fine, your first class is Spanish. Make sure to look up your schedule." As he walked off. What the fuck. Spanish? How would I know where Spanish is! Because I totally just didn't lose my memory-

"Are you coming or?" He turned around, once again tilting his head. Oh. I stopped arguing with myself and grabbed the bag arms. (A/N wtf do u call those)

"Yeah, sorry." I rushed towards him, a tinted pink rising to my cheeks as I realized he was trying to help me and I totally just went dimwitted on him.

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"There." He pointed. After I gazed at the classroom, I turned back around intending to thank him, but he was already gone. I was slightly upset.

A/N yes im lowkey trying not to rush this but i feel like im rushing it so im legit sorry and will fix it later, i just have so many ideas for this story and i want to make sure im incorporating all of them