Truth Hurts (On hold)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Derek

 

I feel woozy and I can’t remember who I just talked to. I can’t remember any of my friends or if I’m dating anyone. I can hardly remember the name of my school. I can only remember the things that matter most to me. My pets and my family. I remember my mom, and that my dad lives in Florida, my little brother Damian, and my dog Buster. I don’t know how I broke my leg or if I even did it. I don’t even think I know my name correctly. I just can’t remember.

“How’s the leg feeling Derek?” the nice lady asks.

“Am I in the E.R?” I ask.

“Yes. Don’t you remember?” She asks with a confused look on her face.

“No. Is that bad?”

“Yes, do you remember the girl who was here earlier? She said her name was Tammy.”

“I don’t remember anything.”

“Oh dear. I’ll be right back.” She leaves the room and comes back with a man in a long white coat.

“Derek?” He asks. He’s looking at me so I answer.

“Yes?”

“Do you remember how you got here?”

“No.” The man turns to the nice lady.

“This boy is losing memory. We need to stall it then fix the memory he’s lost. Although it should return.”

“Why am I here?” I ask.

“You broke your leg. Tammy, the girl that was in here earlier, was worried about you.” He says.

“Who’s Tammy?”

“It seemed she was your girlfriend.”

“What?”

“She seemed really worried. You told her to have fun without you at homecoming. Then she said she wasn’t going and that she would be here every day you were.”

“Oh.”  I can’t remember her and I feel bad because of it.

“You really can’t remember her?”

“No.”

“Find out what’s going on.” The man whispers to the lady.

“Will do sir.” She replies. I just want to know what’s going on. I close my eyes hoping tomorrow will be better.

When I do wake up, I have tubes in my arms and a monitor. They didn’t have this on me before, did they? I can’t remember. In fact I can’t remember almost anything. There’s a girl sitting on the couch with bags under her eyes. She looks up.

“You’re awake,” She says happily. “Oh Derek I was so worried. I’ve been here since school let out,” She looked me in the eyes. “Derek? What’s wrong?”

“Who are you?” I ask.

“You don’t,” She says tears starting to overflow, “You don’t remember me?”

“Should I?”

“Yes! I’m your girlfriend. It’s my fault you’re in here,” She looks away guiltily. “You stood up for me at recess the other day. The, the kid, Dustin, beat you up. He broke your leg and gave you a black eye. Oh Derek. Wait,” She seems determined as she runs out of the room. “Um excuse me sir?” I hear her ask someone in the hall.

“Yes?”

“I might know why Derek lost his memory.”

“Please share that information with us.”