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Remember Me.

Remember Me.

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"Abby, please…remember me! I know you can, please! It's me, it's—" I shook her head, holding my sides in agony as I threw my head down, unable to interpret the new face before me. ~ My family tells me that I was in a car accident, and I suffered major brain damage. A lot of medical terms were used to top it off, but I honestly don't remember most of them. I don't really remember a lot of things anymore, actually. I wake up some days, and I know everything, I know my neighbor's name, and I know what my brother's favorite bands are, but sometimes, I'm lost. It's like fog, a thick cloud of darkness and unknowing surrounds me, and it's a horrible world I wish I never knew. I forget who my parents are, what my name is, and the list is never ending. ~ I look back up, to see the same pained face of a boy who claims to know me, know everything about me. A boy who claims to be my boyfriend of three years. I stammer and stumble over my words, as tears trickle down my cheeks. "I-I don't…"
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I'm beautiful, I'm rich; I'm every guy's dream. In other words, I am perfect and I'm not afraid to flaunt it. But that's only what they tell me. I can't remember anything after the accident. I lost every memory I ever made, every thought I ever had. I was in a coma for five months and when I finally awoke in that sickeningly white hospital, no one would tell me anything; not even the black haired boy that scrambled to find a nurse as I moved for the first time in almost half a year. No one will give me the whole story and no one will tell me the truth. But I'm determined to figure it out because it's my life and I need to know who I was before the crash. The only problem: I don't know if I want to.

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