HARRY’S POINT OF VIEW:
As soon as she had woken up a doctor came in and quickly escorted us out, much to my disliking. I turned around to face the person who was pulling me out the door, who just so happened to be Louis, and grabbed him by them collar.
“Why doesn’t she remember me?” I yelled, anger suddenly flowing through my veins.
“Harry! I don’t know! She might not remember any of us.”
When the words left his mouth they seemed to hit him and he sunk to the ground.
“She might not remember me,” he breathed out slowly before he broke down in tears.
I sat down next to him bringing my legs in towards me chest as tears threatened to fall from my eyes as well.
“Louis, what are we gonna do?” I whispered hopelessly.
His response was a faint sob.
A doctor came walking towards us. Louis and I scrambled to stand up and began bombarding him with questions. He just held his hand up to silence us.
“We don’t know much yet. We are trying to ask her basic questions and it seems she knows her name, but not much else. She thinks her family is still alive, so that one will be a tough one to break to her. Her long-term memory seems to be damaged, maybe even short-term. It’s too soon to tell, but you will be the first to know. Be patient. That’s all we ask. Again.”
“Can we at least see her one more time?” I asked frantically.
“Not right this moment. We need to calm her down some more. She’s still in panic from when she woke up to a room full of what she thought were strangers.”
I sunk back down to the ground holding my head in my hands, letting myself cry for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. Only this time, I didn’t think I would be able to stop. Suddenly I had an impulse and I rose from the floor and started sprinting down the hallway. Wanting to get away from the cold room, the bright lights. I hear my name being called, but I ignored it. I just needed to get away. I fled down the stairs and out the front entrance. As soon as I opened the door I was met by flashing lights. Paparazzi.
“Harry! Have you been crying?”
“What’s going on in there?”
“Where are the other boys?”
I hung my head and began to run once more heading as far away from the crowd as I could manage. I finally made it inside a small shop and rushed towards the back locking myself in a bathroom stall.
The tears had stopped, now the anger returned. I slammed my fist into the wall, causing a shooting pain to run up my hand. I screamed in agony and dropped to the cold, tile floor. I looked at my knuckles to see blood starting to seep out of the small cracks in my hand. I ignored it. No physical pain could match the mental pain I was feeling right now.
Emotions flooded into my head like a high tide flooding the beach. Confusion. Anger. Fear. Sadness. Guilt. I let out another scream grabbing my hair in my hands and pulling till my head hurt. I curled up in a ball and began to let out shaky sobs.
After laying on the floor for maybe a few hours. I slowly picked myself up off the ground and opened the stall door. I then headed out of the store and back down the street towards the hospital. The crowd still remained, but I plastered on a blank face and pushed my way through them till I reached the entrance. I climbed back up the flight of stairs I had fled down just hours before and once again found her room number.
The boys were no were in sight and only a few doctors and nurses would pass by occasionally but her room was empty except for her frail body lying motionless on the bed. She seemed to be asleep. I snuck in and carefully closed the door behind me. I didn’t even bother to turn on the light in the room, but I took a seat next to her bed and the machine that showed her steady heart rate.
Just looking at her innocent face brought me back to the saddened state I had been in minutes before. Fear began to set in as I realized what she not remembering me might mean. I wouldn’t get to see her smile each morning. Hear her voice echo through the house. Her laughter that soothed me. She wouldn’t remember any of the times we had spent together. The memories that brought us together. The ones that made me grow to love her more than anything else in the world.
I hadn’t noticed I had grabbed her hand and was squeezing it harder with each second that passed. I quickly released, but it was too late, she had woken up.
I began to panic, knowing she wouldn’t know who I was. But as hard as I tried to get up from my seat I stayed frozen in place.
She sat up in the bed quickly, “You. Who are you? And why do I keep waking up to find you next to me?” she asked, fear evident in her voice.
“You really don’t remember me?” I questioned quietly.
“I have no idea who you are,” she stated simply.
I felt my world begin to grow dizzy.
“You don’t remember anything we did together? How? You loved me! I love you! How can you not remember? We… we were meant to be together. You and me! And now you are being taken from me! And it’s all my fault!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she yelled back, squeezing her eyes shut as if to block me out. She seemed genuinely terrified of me. “I’m sorry I don’t remember you! But I barely remember my name or my family or anything else and it’s scary! Okay? So I would really appreciate it if you stop yelling at me!”
“I’m sorry, Amber, I didn’t mean to scare you--,”
I felt hands wrap around my arms and begin to pull me out of the room, which cause me to panic.
“No! No please! I need to stay with her! Amber! Please!”
She looked at me with a sad glance, but I knew she wouldn’t say anything to make me stay with her.
The things around me began to blur as I struggled against the people pulling me back.
“Amber!” I yelled desperately, “Amber! I will come back for you!”
I was then met with darkness.
AMBER’S POINT OF VIEW:
As he was dragged out of my room I released a long breath and the tension seemed to slip away.
I felt bad for him. I wanted to know him, if I had in the past. But not even a name came to mind when I saw him, much less these memories he talked about.
Thoughts were spinning in my head. Jumbled and confused. So I laid back down on the pillow and let myself drift off to sleep.
The next morning I was woken by a young man shutting my door behind him as he entered the room. He carried a tray with him that had what looked like breakfast on it. I slowly sat up as he came over and handed me the tray which I set carefully on my lap. I was starved so I dug right into the egg and cheese omelet.
The boy, who looked to be my age, took a seat in the chair by my bed and watched me and I inhaled the meal. Every time I glanced over I found him staring at me. I was able to pick up small features though. He had medium length brown hair and deep blue eyes. Eyes that reminded me of someone I couldn’t put a finger on. Not that I had been able to “put a finger on” anything lately. My memories were still quite foggy.
“How are you doing, Amber?” he asked quietly.
“Alright, I guess. A little confused,” I replied.
“I’m Louis by the way.”
“Nice to meet you Louis,” I said giving him a small smile, which he hesitantly returned, although something seemed to be bothering him.
“So, when do I get to see my family?” I asked.
“Later.” He replied simply, obviously shutting down that topic.
I shrugged, finishing my breakfast.
“Amber, what do you remember?”
“Bits and pieces. There’s things I remember clearly and then there are some things were it’s just a jumbled mess and I can’t put the pieces together.”
Louis placed his hand on mine and gave me a soft smile, “Well I’m here to help you sort out those pieces and maybe find some missing ones.”
I returned his smile, “I would like that.”