The Forgotten Ones

Luck

Song: Oceans by Seafret

Willa: 

Ethan texted more and ever since we met up, we have been texting a lot. My parents actually think that it is good that I am talking to someone I actually know because it may help with my memory. I haven't bee so concerned about my memories though. I just want to focus on something that isn't my missing memories. Being with Ethan, he makes me forget that I forgot most of my life and that I am still living my old one. I know that I still have a missing piece of my life but I have been enjoying remembering what I can remember. I haven't spoken to Alexander ever since we went out but that is fine because Ethan has been keeping me company when he isn't at work or doing his own personal things. 

He's currently at work and my parents want me to invite him to dinner but I am too worried because even though I am not close to Alexander, I am still part of his life someway that I can't remember and it just makes me seem like a terrible person. I know that was once a connection with Alexander and I don't want to break it by hanging out with Ethan and making him close to my parents. But if my parents aren't mad about me hanging out with him and I am happy to at least feel normal. I had to meet with my doctor today though in order to get an update about my memories and my brain overall. They just want to make sure that there isn't anything they haven't missed during my first head scans. I don't know but it does make me feel a bit worried that they have missed something and that I forgot something that could've been recovered. But I am also worried about regaining my memories if it does get fixed. I don't know if I want them and find out everything and the truth. 

I finished getting dressed, tying my hair up before I headed downstairs, my mom putting her purse over her shoulder and my dad grabbing the car keys. "You ready to go?" He asks me once he sees me. I nod and then we all head outside, into the car, driving off towards the hospital. The last time I went to the hospital was to just do a regular check-up about a month ago to just check on my overall health. But this one is more focused on my brain and my missing pieces. I would lie and say I wasn't nervous but I am. I texted Ethan earlier telling him that I am going to the hospital for it and he seemed worried also, telling me that it will be okay but if they do if they can fix it, my memories may not be what I want to remember. I didn't know what that meant but I know that I may not want to remember but at the same time, I should know. Especially what Alexander has to do with it. I want to remember my old roommate that I had and the people who I may actually be close to. So if fixing it can bring me back to those people but also break me, so be it. 

We finally arrived at the hospital, memories of me living on the hospital bed for days on end rushing back to me, Alexander always there. "Alright, let's go. We don't want to be late." My dad tells me, looking at me with worried eyes. He is always worried about me. I gave him a nod before we entered the hospital, my mom holding his hand and me, besides them both as we walked through the hospital, parents all around us and people walking around, doctors in their white coats. Our hospital is huge and made up of mostly glass, probably to open up the space. Being in it when I first had my accident, I didn't like being in it. It was boring and I just saw the same things every day. Being here now, it seems more brighter and open. We got on the elevator, the smell of chlorine in my nose for some reason. "Are you nervous, Willa?" My dad asked, glancing at me. I wanted to tell them the truth and tell them I am terrified but instead, I just nodded, giving them a small smile. Once the elevator doors opened, we entered onto our floor, nurses running around and doctors, a few people waiting in a seating area which I assume to be a waiting room. We walked towards the large desk in front of us, a nurse behind it typing away at her computer. "Hi, we are here for an appointment with Dr. Wilkins." My dad speaks, gaining the nurse's attention. She nods, typing away again before looking back at my dad. "He will be getting to you in a moment. But if you can wait for a few minutes in the waiting room over there, we will get you when he is ready," she says, pointing a manicured finger at the group of people sitting. My parents and I then sat down, my hands nervously fidgeting together.