Into The Darkness

You just moved from England to Canada. You keep running into this guy, he looks like trouble, but that's what draws you to him. Will you let him draw you into the darkness?
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13. Forgotten

I woke up in a white room. I tried to sit up but a shooting pain shot up my arm. I looked down to see my arm in a sling with a big bandage halfway up it. I frowned and searched the room, someone was sleeping in a chair in the corner. I squinted my eyes to see who it was. I felt like I recognised him, but I couldn't put a name to his face. 

A nurse came in and smiled at me. 

"Nice to see you up" she laughed

She had a slight accent, but I hadn't been to many countries so I wasn't sure exactly where she was from. 

"Urm what's going on" I frowned

"Ah yes, the doctor said this may happen" she sighed

"What may happen" I asked

"Memory loss" she smiled weakly

"Omg" I gasped

"Right, now listen" she ordered sitting on the end of my bed

"The doctor said it will only be temporally, like a month at the max" she reassured

"But for a month I'm not going to know things, things that might be important" I cried

"I know it sounds rough, but it'll be over in on time, besides I'm sure your friend can help" she nodded towards the boy who was asleep in the chair

"He's my friend?" I frowned

"Well, he's the one who brought you here, all the way from Canada" she replied

Before I had a chance to reply the boy stirred and woke up. We both looked at him, he gave me a weak smile. I continued to stare blankly at him. Who was he? Where am I? Why aren't I in Canada anymore? What's going on. The nurse excused herself and left the two of us alone. 

"Are you alright" he asked, standing up

"No" I replied

"What's wrong" he frowned

"Everything" I snapped

"Talk about bite your head off. Fucking hell I only asked a question" he spat

"I don't talk to strangers" I hissed

"What" he froze

"You heard" I shrugged

"You called me a stranger" he mumbled

"Yeah, cause you are" I muttered

"No I'm not" he insisted

"Yes you are" I argued

"How can you not know who I am?" he whined

"I don't know" I shrugged

"I'm going to speak to a nurse" he sighed, leaving the room

I sat up on the bed. The room was an eerie quiet, which kind of creeped me out. I frowned as I tried to remember who the boy was, but I just couldn't, instead I gave myself a headache. The more I tried to focus, the more my head hurt. I felt hot tears running down my face in frustration. I snapped my head towards the door when I heard it open, it was the boy again.

"She explained everything" he sighed

"That's nice" I spat

I didn't even know why I was being so rude to him. I'd only just met him and to be fair he was being rather nice to me. 

"Have you been crying" he frowned

"Yes" I hissed

"Why" he asked

"Cause of you" I sighed

"Why" he frowned

"Cause I can't remember you" I whispered, turning my head away from him

"Well it's only going to be that way for around a month, after that you'll be wishing you still couldn't remember me" he chuckled

I let a smile chuckle escape my lips. I could hear him walking across the floor, and then he appeared in front of me. He gave me a warm, reassuring smile. Maybe I'd got him wrong? Maybe he was alright. 

"You brought me in didn't you?" I asked, still not looking at him

"Yep" he replied

"How long have I been here?" I questioned

"Nearly a month" he replied

I let out a little gasp. I've been here for ages....

"Do I know you?" I frowned

"We've know each other for about 2 months, that's including the month that you've spent in here" he replied

"What happened to me" I asked, lifting my head slightly

"You urm, well, you got shot" he mumbled

"What" I gasped, staring at him

"Yeah, back in Canada" he replied

"Wait, where are we" I frowned

"Spain" he muttered

"What?! Why?!" I raised my voice

"Because if I got you treated in Canada, police would of been involved and a lot of questions would of been asked" he explained

"What happened, I won't to know everything" I replied sternly

"Well, I'm in a gang, and you've been living with me and well, there was this guy, Daniel, and he wanted to kill me, but we had a plan, and it worked, but you ended up getting shot" he answered

"Stay away from me" I growled

"What?, Bella, you don't mean that" he croaked, stepping towards me

"Come near me and I will call the police" I threatened 

"Do that and you'll be in a lot of trouble" he mumbled

"Why" I frowned

"You killed him" he whispered

"I...I...I what" I stuttered

"You killed Daniel" he answered

I covered my mouth with my hand, I couldn't of killed someone, could I?

"Leave" I whispered

"Bella, ple.." he began

"Leave" I shouted, cutting him off

He sighed and left the room. I felt tears streaming down my face. What sort of monster was I? I pressed the button on the side of my bed and the nurse appeared in my room

"When can I leave" I asked

"Tomorrow" she replied

"Ok, thank you" I weakly smiled

I laid myself down and fell asleep. 

I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing. I found it on the side and presumed it was my phone. I looked at it and saw I had a ton of messages from someone called Justin. I guess that was the boys name. I sighed and climbed out of the bed. I searched the room and found a bag in the corner. I looked through it to see some clothes. I walked into the bathroom and washed and then changed into;

(Ignore the flowers)

I still had my arm in a sling, which made it a bit difficult getting changed. Once I was done I grabbed the bag and left the room. I walked towards the desk and was greeted by the nurse who had been caring for me. 

"Can I leave" I asked

"Sure, you just need to sign some papers" she smiled, handing me some papers and a pen

I signed them and then left the hospital. As I stepped outside I realised I didn't have a clue where I was, or how to get home. I pulled out my phone and was about to search for cab numbers when someone stood in front of me. I looked up to see that boy, Justin. 

"I told you to stay away" I grunted

"Well, I couldn't just leave you in Spain" he spat

"I don't want or need your help" I began to argue

"Bella, stop being childish, just come home with me, as soon as we arrive in Canada we can both go our separate ways" he sighed

I was stunned. He called me childish? A cab pulled up in front of us and he climbed in, without thinking I followed. It drove to the airport. When we arrived, the boy handed in our tickets and passports. We got on the plane and I rested my head on the wall and drifted off to sleep. I was awoken by someone softly shaking me. I opened my eyes to see that boy, Justin, staring at me. I pushed him away from me and stood up.

We walked out of the airport and got in another cab. It stopped outside a house which I presumed was mine? I climbed out and slammed the door shut behind me, I couldn't wait to get away from this boy. I walked up to the door and then realised I didn't have a key. 

I searched through the bag that was at the hospital with me and found a key in the bottom. I put it in the door and luckily it worked. I walked in and was greeted by two huge dogs. I patted them and let out a small laugh, they were cute. I walked upstairs and opened all the doors until I found one which I presumed was mine. This sucked not having no memory. All I knew was that I was from England and I moved to Canada. Great help. I took of the clothes I was wearing and changed into some Pj's. I laid down on the bed and fell asleep. I was really tired. 

I woke up and grabbed my phone to check the time, 11. Urgh. I got out of bed and walked over to the mirror. I slowly unwrapped the sling from my arm, the nurse said I could take it off the day after I returned home, but I had to keep the bandage on. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I climbed in and washed and then when I got out I brushed my teeth and walked over to the closet. I looked through the clothes and finally decided on something to wear;

I walked downstairs and searched through the cupboards for some dog food for those dogs, well they were obviously my dogs. I wondered where my parents are. Do I live with them? Are they alive? This sucks, I wouldn't know anything for about a month. I found some food and put it in a bowl for them. 

I walked around the house and saw a pair of car keys sitting on the side. I picked them up and then looked outside and saw that there was a white range rover, did it belong to me? I pressed the button on the keys and the car unlocked. I walked towards it and climbed in. Even if this car didn't belong to me, the keys were in my house, so they must belong to someone who lives with me? I'm sure the person wouldn't mind. 

I started the engine and drove down the street. I wasn't going in any particular direction as I didn't really know where anything was. I saw a small diner on my left hand side and decided to pull up. I parked the car and then realised I didn't have any money. I sighed and out of the corner of my eye I saw a pink bag. I picked it up and looked in it. I pulled out a purse and opened it. It was full of money, I then found an ID card. I looked at it and it had my name on it. This was my purse. Oh thank the lord. I stuffed it back in the bag and stepped out the car. I walked inside the diner and took a seat. 

I looked through the menu trying to figure out what to have. A waitress come over to take my order. 

"Can I have a chocolate muffin and a hot chocolate please" I smiled

"Sure, anything else" she grinned 

"No thanks" I answered

I put the menu back in it's slot and pulled out my phone whilst I waited for my order. As I was looking through my phone I heard someone say my name. I shook it of presuming someone here just had the same name as me. I then heard it again, this time closer. I looked up and saw a girl standing a few metres in front of me smiling. I frowned, was she talking to me? 

She walked over to my table and sat in front of me

"Bella, we have you been! You and Justin just disappeared" she laughed

"Urm, sorry, do I know you?" I frowned

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