Amnesia

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I didn't want to be held by this man, I gently pushed away, rubbing my still bandaged wrist from the contact.

"Do I know you?" I ask, taking a step backwards, reviewing my surroundings. By the looks of the neighborhood, I was only half a block from my parents house. A couple sat on their porch, casually making conversation.

The man laughed lightly, not at all phased by my lack of compassion toward him. "Its me, Andrew."

I nodded, a forced smile plastering my face. "Sorry. I don't remember you."

The man looked at the ground, shoving his hands into his denim. He was cute, but something felt..off.

"So it's true." He said, still staring at the ground.

"I guess. Sorry, Andrew." I turned and started to leave when he grabbed my hand. The dull sense of pain from the bruises made me yank it to my chest and cradle it like it were a sick bird.

I glared at him as he flung his arms up in defense, "sorry, I hadn't meant to hurt you."

I didn't say another word or give him a chance to talk any more and headed back home. Andrew, he freaked me out. I don't know why, but he did. Maybe because of what's happened and I was on edge.
God, who was he? I thought as I chanced a look back at the stranger or whoever the hell he was.

Andrew just stood there dumb founded. I didn't stop, I just watched him get smaller and smaller until I reached the house. I was surprised I hadn't tripped, and was even more so that my amnesia hadn't allowed me to forget the familiar sidewalks.

I quickly opened the door and slammed it shut, locking the dead bolt quickly. I released a breath I hadn't realised I was holding.

My mother walked into the foyer, eyeing me suspiciously. I remembered her talking about a guy claiming to be my boyfriend.

"Did that man ever come to those search parties?" I ask bluntly, wanting a straight answer for a pretty straight question.

She eyed me and glanced out the window. She switched nobody by my guess and shrugged, "I remember him being there, but he never said a thing. He even told the cops you wanted your relationship a secret until you wanted to tell us."
Hmm. I thought, standing straight and walking to my room. I didn't want another altercation, especially with my father. He thought I was dead, and he hoped mom would come to that realisation, even if slowly. He wanted to move on, and me being here now, felt like I had disappointed him in more ways than one. I let my face fall into my hands and just stood there.

I kicked off my slippers, wanting to sleep until I died. Being in a hospital, I rarely got any sleep. They were always poking and prodding away every hour or so, waking me up. I hate hospitals.

I slipped under the comforter and sheets, relishing in the softness of them and the bed. I sighed as I immediately drifted into one hell of a much needed deep sleep.