Mr Irwin | Ashton Irwin

Thirteen

A few days later, I was discharged from the hospital and put back into the boarding school. I have done something that I didn't think I would do, I remembered my dad and my brother. Sadly, I still don't remember Ashton.

I was sat in English. Ashton gave me a confused look but then smiled sweetly. He set us some work and we started to take it down.

Even as I wrote, I couldn't help but wonder why he looked at me like that. I continue scribbling down notes on what he was saying. It all got too much, his voices, the whispers from the class, the voices inside my head.

I threw my book in my bag and put my bag on my shoulder before quickly walking out of the room. "Lauren?" I heard Ashton call after me.

I picked up my pace and jogged down the corridor and through the foyer. A couple of bitchy looking blonde girls walked past me. "I heard she went insane after she lost her memory," one of them snickered. "Yeah, apparently she went crazy. Look at her, of course she did," the other one laughed.

I ran up the flights of stairs and burst into my room. I ran over to my bed and collapsed down, face first into it. I didn't even cry, I just lay here. It wasn't silent. The voices in my head were screaming at me.

I walked in front of the mirror and looked long and hard at myself. An image flashed through my head; it was me and I guess it was before the coma. I was stood there with my own 'spin' on the uniform. I guess that's why Ashton looked at me strangely.

I quickly changed out of my uniform. I put on an oversized Beatles top, skinny jeans and black vans. I walked out of my room. I was headed for the bathroom but I got slightly lost.

I saw a familiar face in an empty classroom, my photography room. I knocked on the door. "Mr Hemmings. I'm lost."

He looked up from his paperwork and bit his lip, his tongue playing with his lip ring. "Lauren. I told you to call me Luke. Where are you headed?"

"The girls' bathrooms but I don't know why," I muttered.

He stood up and made his way over to me. He stood about a metre away from me and asked, "Why aren't you in class?"

"The voices got too much. Ashton's voice, the doctors voice, the snickering, the voices inside my head, the rumours-"

He cut me off as I was getting worked up. He whispered, "Hey, shhh. Maybe you just need to rest. You haven't been yourself lately-"

I screamed, "I don't even know who I am. How am I meant to 'be myself' when I don't know what it's like to 'be myself'. I woke up, thinking I was still in my old life down south. But apparently, i broke up with my boyfriend and moved onto someone else."

"What's going on?" Michael appeared from behind me.

I turned around and said, "I don't even know anymore." A tear slipped down from my eye as I whispered, "I just want to remember."

He opened his arms and said, "Come here." I walked into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck as his wrapped around my waist.

I whispered, "I'm such a horrible person."

I pulled away and looked at his green eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the bell ringing, indicating that school had ended. Michael said, "come on. Let's get you to Ashton." He slung his arm around my shoulders as we walked through the corridors.

We got the strangest looks from everyone; well one of the hottest teachers had their arm around me. Just kidding -even though he is insanely attractive- they were staring at me because I was a "psycho bitch".