Amnesia

Chapter 3: dreams, nightmares, or memories

I'm young, my parents, my so called sister, and I are in a street. This street familiar to me, my dad is teaching me how to ride a bike, and my mom and "sister" are cheering me on. Then I watch myself fall off the bike and its followed by a scream. I don't know what to do can I help me? What do I do? Not knowing, I watch my dad scoop me up in his big strong arms, and he looks at me then my mom and says "we need to take her to the hospitial." She nods.

We are entering the emergency room I'm quivering with pain. As the doctors check me out they conclude I have a broken arm and need stiches in my forehead and arm. They reset my arm and stich me up then give me some pain meds and send me home.

I awake and I'm out of breathe. As I peer at the clock it's only three in the morning. I roll over slow my breathing and go back to sleep.

I dose off I see my mom and I in a car and it's a warm summer day and I'm around the age of ten. We are driving along and singing Stacey's mom to each other, having a good old time. When all of a sudden.