Please Save Me

Alexis is a 16 year old girl who not only is bullied at school, but is having MAJOR problems at home. Her best (and only) friend, Harry Styles, is the only one who sticks up for her. The only escapes she has from her life are drama class and a tiny library filled with books. Her drama class is doing the musical Les Miserables, and you should watch the movie if you haven't already. But what happens when she loses her memory in a gun accident and doesn't remember ever loving Harry?


12. Chapter 12

I sat in my the back seat of my parents' new car as we drove to Chuckee Cheese for my friend Brittany's 7th birthday party. I'm already seven, so I get to rub it in her face that I'm older than her. Suddenly, the sun got in my face. I hate it when that happens.

"NO SUN DADDY NO SUN! MAKE IT STOP DADDY!!!" I screeched to my dad who was driving.

"Sh, sweetie, it's ok, we'll be turning soon, it'll stop, I promise," my mom said, reaching back and patting my knee.

I looked out the window again, expecting the sun to be gone, but it was still there. Then it started fading out into blackness. My eyes fluttered open, and I find myself lying in a hospital bed. I looked around, and saw two boys that looked much older than me sitting next to my bed. One had blonde hair that was really straight, and the other had brown hair that was curly.

"Who are you? Where am I? Where are my mommy and daddy?" I ask, sitting up and rubbing my head. I looked down at my body, and it definitely didn't look like one a seven year old would have.

"Alex, what are you talking about? It's me, Harry, your boyfriend. Don't you remember me?" asked the one with the curly hair, and I got really confused.

"You're not Harry. Harry is my best friend, not my boyfriend. Now where's my mommy and daddy?" I asked once again.

"Go get the doctor," Harry told the other boy.

Soon enough, the doctor came into my room, and started asking me a bunch of questions.

"What's your name?"

"Alexis Mobley."

"How old are you?"

"Seven years old."

"What do you remember doing last?"

"Driving to Chuckee Cheese's with my mommy and daddy."

"Alexis, you have severe memory loss. There was a gun accident, and you were shot in the stomach. You're seventeen years old, and your parents died in a plane crash several years ago. I'm very sorry, but right now we need to try to get your memory back," he explained, and I burst out crying.

"I don't remember any of that, I just want to go home,"

"Alright, well there's no way that you can regain your memory here, so I suggest that you boys take her to places to jog her memory, you can leave now," says the doctor.

Soon enough, I'm sitting in the passenger seat of 'Harry's' car. I still don't remember him being my boyfriend.

"Do you remember me Alexis? I'm Shawn," said the blonde haired boy in the back seat. I turn around, and get a good look at him. Only my feelings that I had for him in the first grade come back.

"Sort of, only from the first grade though," I reply, turning back around.

"Oh," he replied, sounding kind of disappointed.

We dropped Shawn off, and drove back to Harry's house in silence. I walked in, and looked around.

"So where do I live?" I ask as I follow Harry up the stairs.

"You live here, let me show you your room," he said, walking into the second room down. I followed him, and walked into the room to see him sitting on the bed.

"Are you sure you don't remember... us?" he asked, getting up and standing inches away from me.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"Then maybe this will remind you," he whispered, and kissed me softly.

"I'm sorry," I repeated, pulling away. I guess I haven't gotten feelings for him.

I walked out of the room, my fingers touching my lips. I walked to the bathroom, needing to be alone. I locked the door behind me, and stood in front of the mirror. I looked down at the sink, and saw something on my arm. They were scars. I must have cut myself before; maybe it will help with the pain and stress.

As if it was some natural instinct, I opened the top drawer, and found a knife in the back of it. I sat in the bathtub, so that there wouldn't be blood on the tiles. I put the knife to my wrist, pondering my decision. I thought of how awful it will be for Harry when I tell him that I'm leaving. That I need to start over, without him. I need to move out, get an apartment, and figure my life out.

I dragged the blade across my scars from the past, and it felt like a million pounds was lifted off my chest. I cut again, and again, and again. Finally, I put the blade back in the drawer, and dug up some gauze out of the first-aid kit.

After wrapping the cloth tightly around my arm, I walked to my room. Harry was waiting for me.

"Harry, I can't-" I started, but was cut off by Harry smashing his face into mine.

"Alexis, please don't do this, all you have to do is remember, and we can be happy," he said against my lips.

"I'll think about it," I said, pulling away.

"Please, just try," Harry said, and walked out of the room.

I dug a suitcase out of the back of my closet, and filled it with clothing. I don't need to think about anything, I just need to start over. I searched my room for a place that I might hide money, and eventually found $300 in a little box on my dresser.

I went downstairs, and got the newspaper to start looking for apartments.

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