How To Remember

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Jareds's POV:

Even though I was in the state I was, I could still feel and hear as if I wasn't. Mabye even better than if I wasn't. It wasn't long before Care, Sharice, and Tupac came rushing in. They made so much commotion that I could hear hem enter the building. All I could feel at that moment was grateful, and I had every reason to be. When I lost my family, they became mine, and when they were left with a hole in theirs, I filled it. We were like a puzzle pieces that had finally been fitted together. We needed each other.

When they reached my room, all their noise immediately dropped to a whisper. What I would've given to just stand up, walk out, and give each a big hug. Carr was the first to enter. She seemed to walk in slow motion before she burst into tears and rushed closer. I felt crushed. Like a thousand ton boulder lay on my chest. I was being too selfish. She cared about me and all I could do was run away.

Then, my sadness boiled into anger as I realized that's exactly what she did to me and all her other past friends. I suddenly understood what it felt to have mixed emotions when I began to feel sympathy for Carr because I knew what it felt like to think you have no way to escape the pain except to run.

Later, when Tupac and Sharice had left, I felt a soft, warm hand grasp mine followed by tears on my face. I could not tell if they were mine or hers. I knew I might never again be able to open my eyes and see her face or to reach out and touch her again. It's funny how, if you think about it, everyone will eventually hurt you, but what some people don't realize is there will always be someone worth suffering for, and for me, that person was Carr and my family; present and past.

That night, I dreamt of my parents; my life before the world seemed to fall on my back. I had only one memory of my parents. It was when I was having my third birthday party and all my little play dates and their parents were there. I was surrounded by loving friends and family and I thought it would be that way forever. It was warm and if sunshine had a smell, that would what I was smelling then.

Suddenly, a head-splitting scream jolted me from my happy paradise and brought me back to the cold, sterile hospital with Carr. I could tell she was the one responsible for the soul-wrenching sobs and groans of pain, and even without looking I knew she was on the ground clutching her head. I felt like a complete jackass just laying there and not helping even though I knew the thing keeping me paralyzed in that bed was myself. I heard rushed footsteps entering and retreating as the soul-shredding screams faded. Then, there I was, burning in guilt and useless when someone was in pain because of me.

A little bit after Carr's breakdown, I heard Carr walk in and sit down once again. Then, she began to talk in a calm matter, "Hey Jared. I know you can hear me so listen up. I know you think we used to know each other, but I don't remember you and I don't think I ever will, so you should try to just forget about me and get on with your life." I didn't want to hear that. I wanted to just lay there without thoughts or distractions, but no matter how long I lay there, Carr ran through my head as though she was mocking me.

Eventually, being trapped in my mind became unbearable, so I worked harder than I ever had to before and I opened my eyes, raised my arms and strectched. Just as I did this, my doctor happened to walk by my door and see me. "Goodness gracious," he exclaimed, "You've woken up."

"No shit sherlock," I said, running to bathroom to change and leave.

"Leaving isn't such a good idea right now," he said, "You could have amnesia or brain damage."

"I assure you I'm fine and if I'm not, I promise to come back," I said a little sarcastically. Dressed at last, I ran from the room, knowing exactly what I needed to do, despite the doctor's protests.

Carr's POV:

I left my hospital bed and went back to Jared's. I had remembered everything, but it would be better if I didn't tell him that. He deserved a better life than filled with such pain and suffering. He needed to forget me, or so I thought. I was holding him back this entire time.

I remember one day, I found him in an alley surrounded by a group of guys trying to jump him. I wasn't worried because me and Jared have been good fighters ever since we were able to walk, but as soon as he saw me walk up, I distracted him and another guy pulled a knife. He stabbed Jared right in the side and he fell to the ground. Angry, I grabbed the guy's knife and ran my foot across his face before he could even register what had happened. I heard a crack and he fell to the ground. I threw the bloodied knife into a dumpster, completely and utterly disgusted and helped Jared to a hospital.

So, there I was, taking my anger out on the streets as Jared lay in the hospital partly because of me, a drunk driver, and his own impulsive decisions. I would fight anyone who dared challenged thinking that it would be easy to defeat me because I was a girl. What poor ignorant people.

I sat down on a bench, surrounded by unconscious people feeling exhausted and lost. I blew out a puff of breath into the cold air and watched the tiny cloud disappear just as fast as it had appeared. "Why don't you come out. I know you're there," I yelled annoyed at the person who had decided to interrupt my train of thought. When he didn't come out I yelled, "What the fuck do you want?"

"You," came a hoarse voice that sounded like it hadn't been used in awhile.

"Holy shit," I said turning around as Jared rushed forward and pressed his lips to mine.

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