*SCARLETT’S POV* (#plottwist)
My eyelids felt like they were glued together. They were so heavy that I couldn’t move them. Everything was black and it felt like the lights had been turned out on my life. I could hear everything going on around me I just couldn’t open my eyes. I really wanted to, I just couldn’t.
I had heard more people crying around me than ever before. I have had enough. I just can’t deal with this anymore. I hate the thought of people being sad. I willed my eyes to open to see the world.
I was greeted by the bright lights of the hospital room. I listened to the soft drone of the subtle beeping of the medical machines beside me. I looked around the room to see flowers, teddy bears, and get well cards from three people named Dan, Phil, and Kendall. The name Kendall rang a bell to me somewhere but I couldn’t remember. To be honest I couldn’t remember much of anything… I looked across from the bed where I was laying and saw three people sitting in chairs. My nose scrunched up in confusion as I looked at them. I had no idea who they were but they were watching me intently. “Who are you?” I asked. My voice was low and raspy. My throat was pained from lack of water. They looked at me in shock and the girl of the group had tears pricking her eyes. “Hey, don’t be sad! I may not know who you are but I don’t want you to be sad!” I told her.
She laughed a bit and looked at me. “See, that’s the thing, I’m sad because you don’t know me.” she said. Now I’m confused. She said what now?
“Am I supposed to?” I questioned.
“I’m your best friend.” she said, “We’ve known each other since we were two years old.”
“Oh… I’m so sorry, I can see that this pains you. If you don’t mind, what’s my name?” I asked her.
“Your name is Scarlett,” she said “My name is Kendall,” there’s that name again, these must the people that gave me the gifts! “and this is Phil,” she pointed to an ebony haired boy with blue sparkling eyes and a gleaming smile. He was kind of cute, honestly “and this is Dan.” she then pointed to the other boy in the room with a slight tan on his skin, brown eyes, and dark brown hair.
“If you don’t mind me asking, are you and Dan together?” I asked Kendall. I feel really bad asking her all these questions, I must be annoying.
She laughed once more and showed me a smile. “Yes, yes we are.” She seemed very happy with him. I was glad that she was happy.
Just then a doctor come in and looked at me. “Fantastic! You’re up! I’m sure your friends are happy! We almost had to pull your plug.” Well that would explain the crying.
“How long was I asleep?” I asked.
“One month.” the doctor replied. My eyes widened, it sure didn’t feel like a month.
“I’m going to perform a few tests to see if you are healthy. You could have some head trauma due to the length of the coma.” I nodded and he led me away and out of the room.
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*KENDALL’S POV*
As soon as the doctor and Scarlett came back to the room he motioned for us to follow him out to the hallway. “Scarlett has a major case of amnesia. Unfortunately, there isn’t much we can do about it. Amnesia cannot be cured except by just showing images or sounds hoping they bring back memories. Kendall, her prefrontal cortex reacts to your name so there is hope. She can be taken home today, and I wish you all the best of luck.”
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Scarlett went home with us and we immediately began working to get her memory back. But, we didn’t have much luck. All we would get were blank stares. After hours and hours of trying I had a breakthrough. I dashed up to my room and grabbed the note that she wrote me the day she went missing. I brought it back downstairs with me and showed it to Scarlett. She studied it for a minute, and then made a face of realization. “I wrote this!” she said looking at me. I nodded in approval and nudged her to continue. “I went to breakfast with my boyfriend and then he took me somewhere, it’s a bit fuzzy after that but I remember this.”
“Kendall, you’re a genius. One memory down.” Phil said.
“I know” I joked with a smile.
I began to get more artifacts of our friendship and memories were coming back one by one. I had a few pictures with Dan and Phil and she remembered them. I was getting more thrilled by the second. Soon enough she had almost all her memories back! But everything that goes up must come down.
“What about my parents?” she asked. “Why didn’t they come to see me and why aren’t they in any of the pictures?”
I sighed with sorrow and began to explain her parents dying in a plane crash and tears ran down her cheeks. I hugged her tight as she cried. I could tell how painful it is living her parents death over again. Phil joined in on the hug and began to rub her back in a soothing way. Dan joined in too and we were all there in a giant group hug while Scarlett cried.
********************************************************************************************************Later that night we decided to just hang out and be friends. We were having a movie day so Scarlett could calm down and digest all this information and pain. We were all just relaxing and having a good time when my phone rang. I answered.
“Officer winters?”
“Yes, Kendall. I’m glad you picked up. We found the robber of your old flat. A man by the name of Jonathan Ross. Do you have any relation to this man?”
“That’s my father….” I said with shock.
Author's note: I know, I know, I suck at life. I promised a double update and didn't follow through. Unfortunetley technology and homework got in the way. So I made it up to you guys and wrote a longer chapter than usual and woke Scarlett up. Drama Drama Drama!!!! I'm so so so so so so sorry you guys. I love you all lots though. I just hope you all still love me. I'm so sorry! MWAH!
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