Right Here, Right Now

"Then I would take that star and make my wish come true."
My name is Olivia Carsons, and the past week has been pretty crazy for me. I met my favorite boy band, One Direction, I started dating Niall, and, well, too much happened. Even the worst thing, us finding out that my foster mother has cancer, has happened. But there is one thing that I fear. Niall and Louis, my childhood friend, still don't know that I promised to go with them to the Canfield Fair. If this can get any worse, what will happen if they find out? Does Louis have feelings for me? Do I have feelings for both of them? It all depends on what happens at the fair. (Second installment of The Start of Something New trilogy)


25. Seeing Annita

<Olivia POV>

I'm staying the night at the hospital I'm supposively staying at. The doctors had an original plan to keep me until two days later, but with the somwhat speedy recovery I'm sort of making, I'm being released tomorrow. I couldn't sleep. There's something about everyone who visited me today that seems familiar, but I just can't put my fingers on it. I had a scar on my forehead and another one on my leg. My ankle was in a bit of pain and there was a tube coming from a bag of unknown fluid taped to my arm and travels up and connects to my nosetrils. I was wearing a large hospital gown, and my hair draped over my shoulders.

The only thing I can really do is stare at the ceiling. "Maybe I should roam around." I tell myself. It's nighttime, and there's barely anyone here. I slowly get out of bed, grab the thing that carries the important fluid for me, and quietly open my door. I step out of the room and walk around. Wheeling the pole thing, I look at my surroundings. There were many patients rooms, desks, and carts containing medicines of some sort.

There was a room with one name that came across my mind. Annita Clifton. I remember hearing that name before. The door was open, and there was a woman in there with her eyes slightly open. She was on life support, so she must be dying or something. I walk in quietly, and her head jerks over to me.

"Olivia." She slightly whispers.

"Umm...hi." I reply walking over to the seat near her.

"I can't believe I get to see you. I haven't seen you in forever."

I'm confused. Did I know her? If I did, how? "Do I know you?" I ask.

We were silent for a minute, and then she came to realization, "Oh, yeah. Jake told me you had amnesia."

"Who's Jake?"

"Jake is my husband and your foster father of ten years."

"How did I get a foster dad?"

She goes into this story of how I was supposively from Doncaster, England. And that my biological parents, Alex and Molly Carsons, were apparently killed in a car crash. I was seven back then, and I had one friend, an eleven year old named Lewis. I was hanging with him the day they died and the social service worker came over and took me into custody. Then they heard there was a little girl from England who just lost her parents and needed to be under care, and that must have been me. I was flown to Canfield, Ohio the next day and arrived at her house where her husband, Jake, and other two foster kids, Alexa Princleton and Austin Houde, have met me for the first time. I had an English accent, but lost it after a few years. I played soccer, which was where I met my two best friends, Emma Johnson and Rebecca Gormley. Then I stopped playing and started to fall in love with track during my freshman year. The last things she said about me was that I had just turned 18 today and was about to be a senior at Canfield High School, home of the Cardnials.

"Wow. I didn't know that was my life." I admit. "I really want to know what it was like."

"Well," Annita started, "Unfortunately, I won't be able to see most of the fun things you will get to do, like graduate and get married and have kids."

My eyes widen. "How come?"

"I have cervical cancer, and the tumor is getting worse. The doctors know that I won't be able to survive. Tomorrow they will turn off my life support."

I can't believe this. I wish I could remember everything that I did with Annita. Tears sting my eyes and I start to sob. Her hand touches my head. "I know. But I know you will do great things, Livvy." She said.

"What will I do when my memory comes back?" I ask, still crying.

"Well, Jake said these two guys are going to take you to this fair we have here annually. They think that hanging with them will bring back part of your memory." She answers. "I wish I would help out, but God has other plans for me."

Some of my tears are going away. She won't be hurt when she's gone. She will be in a safer place, away from harm. I go in for a hug, and she hugs back. "Be careful with your tubes, honey."

"I will." I reply still clinging onto her. I let go of my grip, get up and walk out the door. I take one more look back at her, she smiles at me and I smile back. I walk back to my room and go to sleep.

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