A Lost Life

And You Are...?

I opened my eyes only to see a plain white ceiling. Where the heck am I? I wondered. I rolled over on my side only to see a boy with dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes scrolling through his phone. I coughed and he looked up at me. "Charlotte! Oh my gosh! You're awake! Mrs. Lancey, she's awake! Oh my gosh I was afraid you were never going to wake up I am so, so sorry how are you feeling?" He said that last sentence without taking a breath, and his stare was so concerned; he looked ready to pass out. I felt so bad that I didn't know who he was.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered. "Do...do I know you?"

The boy's stare went from concerned to downright pained. "You mean...you don't recognize me?"

I studied his face, trying to find something that I could recognize. I sat up and looked even harder...

"No, I...should I know you?" With every word I said the boy looked more and more pained.

"Charlotte..."

"Charlotte! My baby! Thank the Lord that you're okay! How are you feeling?" A women hurried around the corner to what I figured to be my hospital bed and pulled me into a hug. She spoke with a Southern drawl that was faintly familiar to me, but only the slightest bit. Could she be...

"Mom?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Wh-where am I? Who am I? What's going on?"

"Baby, you're in the hospital. How much do you remember?"

"I-nothing. I can't remember anything."

"Oh, Lordy. I'll go get the doctor. Ollie, you'll stay here with her?"

"Of course, Mrs. Lancey." When he finished she scurried out of the room in search of my doctor. When she left I laid back down and closed my eyes, completely forgetting about the boy next to me. It was silent for a few minutes until he cleared his throat, making me almost jump out of my bed. I looked at him; he had clearly been staring at me for a while, a pained look on his face.

"Charlotte....I...Charlotte..." He stood up as he spoke, but clearly didn't know what to say so sat back down.

"Look, I'm sorry," I started. "But I don't remember you. Are you...my cousin?" He shook his head. "My brother?" He looked at the floor. "My-"

"Boyfriend," he cut me off. "I'm your boyfriend."

"Wait, wait, wait," I exclaimed. "I have...a boyfriend?! That's amazing...umm..."

"Oliver. Oliver Jenkens."

"Well, Oliver Jenkens, you are pretty cute soooo I guess you'll have to do." I smirked at him and through his blank look shined a returned smirk.

"I see you haven't lost your sense of humor."

"That's the only thing I haven't lost," I sighed. "What happened to me, Oliver?"

"First off," he said with his eyes shining. "You like to call me Ollie. Second off...let me tell you a story."