My eyelids flitter open. There is a young man about sixteen, standing above my head. I try to sit up and stand but my leg is in a sling and won't move.
"Where am I?!" I ask
"Melanie! Thank god! They were about to pull your plug! You're at the hospital."
"Who are you?"
He stands there, mouth wide and eyes dead.
"N-n-no" he stutters "No! You need to remember me Melanie you have to!" He shouts, his voice clearer. I don't understand him
"It's me Noah! Melanie you need to remember me I-" he calms done and lowers his tone "I love you."
I don't remember loving anyone. I don't even remember my own name, so what do I know?
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A Twisted Kind of Love
Roman pour AdolescentsWhen her mother kills her self and leaves her to live with her dad in Wisconsin. When making friends, violin, singing, and bonding come in, she feels bittersweet. When falling in love turns into a battle, and going through severe tragedies just to g...
