Too Good To Be True?

Chapter 7

"Angel, why do you insist on locking yourself away from the world?"

I smashed the buttons on my controller in rapid succession, scowling at the combo on the screen that kept dropping. "Oh, come on! I hit that! Sorry Cam, what did you say?"

He sighed, sitting up from his sprawled-out position on the floor in front of me. "I said, why won't you talk to anyone besides me? There are loads of people sending you messages and wanting to help you." He shook the phone he was holding in front of my face to emphasize his point and I shooed him away, trying not to lose focus on my game. "Why won't you at least look at them?"

"Because," I said simply. "I don't know who they are."

"You might if you just tried." He stood up with a huff and plopped onto the couch beside me, pointing to whatever was on his screen. "Look, you've got texts from Mindy. She says she can come up and see you anytime. There's a bunch from your friends in England. They'd really love to talk to you."

"I don't understand how I can have English friends. How the heck did I even meet them?"

"Um, through the Internet? You do remember the Internet, right?"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. "Whatever, but you can't really know someone just by talking to them online. Woah, did you see that hit?!"

He sighed, tapping his fingers on his legs in annoyance. It was an odd tick of his. I didn't quite understand it. "You spent the whole summer with them, Angel."

I finished my round and tossed the controller aside, leaning back and finally giving him some of my attention. "Did I now?"

"Yes," he said, slapping the phone into my hand. "You did."

I hummed with fake intrigue as I skimmed through the pictures of me with a bunch of adults I didn't recognize. When I got to one of David with his arm around my shoulders, I scrunched my nose and tossed the device back to him, picking up my controller again. "Well I'm sure we had a jolly good time and all but if I don't remember them, how important to me could they have been?"

I saw his face fall into disappointment from the corner of my eye and I guess I did feel a little bad for saying that, but honestly though, they must not have made that big of an impact on me if I had no clue who they were. Or maybe it meant that the impact to my head had been harder than I thought... But I chose to believe the former. It was less scary that way.

"This isn't like you, Angel," Cam said softly, setting a hand on my knee.

"Did it ever occur to you that I don't know what's like me and what's not anymore?" I asked, surprisingly defensive all of a sudden. "I don't know who I was before the accident. I don't know how I acted or what I did or who I knew. I don't know anything, Cam. Did that ever occur to you?" My throat tightened as I spoke and my voice grew hoarse, each word becoming more difficult to say. "I don't know anything anymore."

Cam watched a tear slip down my cheek and I could almost hear his heart breaking next to me, feeling awful that he couldn't help me regain my memories. He pulled me into his embrace and I let my controller drop to the floor, squeezing him tightly as I started to sob into his chest.

I hadn't let myself cry over this yet. I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because I'd been certain it would be a temporary thing. That I would be back to myself in no time. But now, I wasn't so sure.

"I'm scared, Cam," I whispered, my body shaking in his arms.

"Sshhh, it'll be okay," he murmured, sniffling and burying his face in my hair. "I promise, you will get past this. And I'm going to do absolutely everything I can to help make that happen. I swear it."