Astrids POV
I've been in the hospital for a week now, everybody's been busy so nobody's here to pick me up which I think is kinda sad. I was going to ask Cam but hes in an interview with Nash that could set them both for life so I didn't want to interrupt anything, he wouldn't stop talking about it when he was here yesterday it was kinda cute. Carter and the boys were having a day out so I didn't even bother thinking about it.
"Have you got anyone to take you home." I nodded and walked out of the bathroom with my clothes that Cameron brought yesterday. They were black Adidas track pants, a singlet that said aint no wifey and my white jumper that said cool story bro and my black vans. I put my watch on and looked at the time.
9:01am
My duff bag was full of other things he thought I would need. I told him I was getting out tomorrow so he bought them early.
"Ok, go to the reception and fill out the form with who every's here to pick you up." I smiled and left doctor grumpy in the room. He was in my room everyday talking to me asking me personal questions which I found weird but I just shrugged it off cause I'm free.
"Ma'ma you need to fill out the form with your parents signature or your family member." I didn't think this through.
"Sure I'll just get them." I looked around the room and saw the lady that talked back with Mr grumpy. I smiled and walked up to her, she replayed with a smile just as big. He black hair was to the middle of her back and her eyes were black. She looked around late 20s.
"How can I help you." I pointed to the reception and laughed.
"I need to get out of this hell hole but nobody's here to pick me up." She laughed with me then hugged me. I could tell she was the happy type of person which made me smile and enjoy the embrace.
"What happened to your prince charming?"I let her go and tried to smile the best I can.
"Hes being interviewed and I didn't want him to cancel it for me." She crossed her head smiling at me then we walked to the reception with big smiles plastered on our face. The lady looked at us intensively then gave us the form. But before we left I had to ask the lady something.
"Would you mind telling me where I live cause I just moved here and I forgot." I was lying. I literally forgot where I lived, no trace of where I live.She signed it then said she was off but I had a question to ask her.
I will never get why they didn't test me for my memories but I don't care, I know its dark so I don't even want to try and get it back. All I know is that it put a lot of weight on my shoulders and that it pulled me into the dirt, to the point where I couldn't see the world just what I wanted to. I imagined everything but all my past thoughts were left in the ground well I was pulled out of the dirt.
I snapped out of my thoughts and tried to catch up with the lady.
"You don't mind me asking a question right."She nodded waiting for me to continue."I've seen you around a lot in the time I've been here. I was just wondering why." She looked down then smiled weakly at me.
"My daughters got cancer."I didn't think twice when I pulled her in. She cried into my shoulder and said that her husbands left her and that her daughters been fighting cancer for more then a year making me cry as well.
"Can I see your daughter." This all felt like a repeat for me cause Greg had cancer but he was playing a game of soccer when the ball went on the road, he didn't look when he crossed and that was the last time we ever saw his bright eyes and smile.
"This is her room."Once we walked in I saw posters of the boys and Cameron. I smiled and saw the girl laying on the bed. She looked around ten which made me more mortified to look in her eyes. She to young. She didn't have hair but I still felt like we could connect in a way.
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White Lies ~~Cameron Dallas~~
FanfictionI'd rather have someone tell me the ugly truth then tell me a beautiful lie. As a girl growing up for Astrid it was hard. Being bullied, not having a father and having nobody to lean on was another reason she never wanted to be here. Living a life s...
