What She Forgot

Chapter One

picture of Sam Wilkinson above (played by himself lol) also, this story will be in Sam's pov. fun!! enjoy the story loves xo

     I don't know why I thought speeding to the local hospital was going to save her. Because no matter how fast I drove, it didn't save the girl I really loved. 

    I made it to the hospital the same time her ambulance did. It was like something out of a movie. Sound faded away when my eyes focused on her body on the stretcher. I jumped out of my car, slamming the door shut. I ran toward the stretcher, ignoring the watching strangers and pushing past medics. 

    The only thing that mattered was getting to her.

    When he did reach her, everything stopped.

   They had been loading her onto one of those beds for surgery. Her left arm and her right leg were both sticking at odd angles. Both broken. There were shards of glass randomly placed in her body everywhere. There was a cut running along the side of her face, still bleeding. Her body was bleeding. Her heart had not stopped pumping blood but was consistently loosing it. 

    She already looked dead.

    And my heart broke for her all over again. 

   I surged toward her, itching to hold her in my arms. It was stupid for me to think this, but I thought that if I held her, let her know and feel all the love I held for her would heal her. And she would be herself again. The kind, hilarious, lively, and alive Ariana Brooks we all loved. 

    A nurse pulled me back. "Sir, she needs to get to surgery. Please stand back."

   I struggled against her. Her grip loosened on me but another nurse came. This one was male and strong. He held me back with no struggle. "Please stand back," He commanded.

    I never stopped writhing in his grip, trying to get to the girl I loved. "You don't understand! I love her!" I yelled. It attracted many stares but I didn't care. That was Ariana dying. 

    She was dying.

   That was what it took to get me to stop fighting against the nurse. "She's dying," I whispered. My voice cracked. I crumpled onto a chair, my head in my hands. Sobs racked my chest. I didn't care that I was a boy crying in public. I didn't care that people were giving me sympathetic looks.

    She was dying. 

    The hospital chair beside me squeaked, signaling that someone had sat down beside me. "Son, are you alright?" I looked up to meet the eyes of a worried woman. She reached out and patted my shoulder when I shook my head. "Why don't you tell me about her? The girl on the stretcher." 

    "I love her." 

    The woman gave me a look. "I figured. Tell me her story with you."

    I figured I had nothing to lose. Ariana was already slipping from my fingers. There was nothing else for me to lose. So I told the woman beside me everything.

    I told her how I had the biggest crush on Ariana when we were in high school, but never had the guts to go a talk to her. How she had said no both times I had managed to ask her to homecoming. How when we first talked alone, she had confessed a not-so-secret hatred for me and I had called her insane and ridiculous. The woman laughed at this. I told her how Ariana had a best friend that was pushing her to date me and she had had enough.

   I told her how I had agreed to be Ariana's fake boyfriend. I said it was for Ariana to be off the hook, but it was actually because I wanted to get to know her. I confessed how my little crush and turned out to be something big, my petty feelings morphing into real things. I even told her that I had purposefully screwed the fake relationship up because I didn't think I deserved her. That she deserved better than a lying and pretending boy.