His Shining Star

22

~July Pt. 2~

Blankly listening to this stranger ramble on about being one of my best friends, I tried so hard to remember. She had blonde hair that went to her shoulders. For several days now, the same people have come in. One on one. I still don't know who they are.

"I remember you trying to tell me to stay away from Puck before we had sex." This girl stated.

"Sounds like, I was a wise person?" I laughed.

"Elle, do you remember anything?" She asked.

"I don't remember a single thing. I'm sorry." I shook my head.

"It was worth a try." She shrugged.

"I'm sure you seem nice, but I just don't remember anything your telling me." I told her.

"I know you don't." She held my hand. I can see she wanted to cry. "Uh—I should go. Marley is next." She stood up as she wiped her tears. I felt bad I didn't remember. I want to remember everything. As she went towards the sliding glass, a brunette made an appearance.

"Hi—I know that you can't remember me, but I'm your best friend, Marley." She began. "When I moved in next door to you my sophomore year, you took me in under your wing." She pointed out. "If it weren't for you, I would have given up on my dream." She stated.

"What do you do?" I questioned in curiosity.

"I'm a singer-songwriter." She admitted. "I was really excited to call you before the plane crash and tell you that I'm going on tour, but then this happened." She sniffles.

"If anyone should be crying, it should be me. I was in a plane crash and I don't know who the hell I am." I chuckled.

She began to ramble on with stories about us. Still nothing. Nothing comes to memory. It kills me to see these people cry over stories of us that I don't remember.

"Oh—I think—Sebastian wants to come see you." She brought up. A taller guy with the most handsome features. "That's my cue to leave." She grins. She stood there in front and he looked like he was resisting to come in. She came through the door again, "well, we can talk some more."

"Ah—okay." I nodded.

Several more people came in and continue to tell me stories that would strike my memory. I don't remember anything. I looked at the clock. It was 7:45 at night. I went the entire day not knowing I was. I stared blankly at the door. I wanted to cry. I tried to fight it all day. I tried to fight the tears from falling. I stared at the floor and I gripped the edge of the bed trying to fight the tears. I was angry that for some reason I can't remember a single thing. I only know my name. Maybe it is because I've been hearing it. I sniffled. I continued to fight the tears but it was too the point where I couldn't stop them. I tried to control my breathing but it was hard when you feel like you can't remember a single thing.

"Hey, Ms. Archer, we need you to calm down." The nurse came running in.

"Leave me alone." I muttered.

"I'm going to need you to relax." The nurse stated.

"Leave me alone." I stated a little louder.

"Ms. Arch..." I cut her off.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled. "Get out! Just leave me the hell alone!" I cried.

"Hey, take a break." That one tall guy told her. She nodded. I laid there crying cause I was overwhelmed with the fact I didn't know who I was. "Hey, hey. It's okay." He came over and wrapped himself around me.

"No! It's not alright! I can only remember my name!" I panicked as I felt tears continuously fall down my cheek. I continued to rock my body back and forth—wheezing.