Run run run, and never look back.
How did my life become such a mess?
Do you know those people who are so lucky, always get everything they want and live happily ever after? Yeah well that was not me at all. From the day I was born I was a total mess. I was found in front of an orphanage door and they got me a foster home. All seventeen years of my life, I've been trying to fit in, but I couldn't. My life didn't have any meaning in the first place, so why would that ever change? They show you love , but that leave a whole in your heart cause you know it's not true. I was always reserved , and lonely, one more reason to hate myself a bit more. I want to cry, but I can't. I want to scream, but I can't either. So I've kept silent. For seventeen years I've kept silent. No one cared. Absolutely no one. I just couldn't take it anymore.
So I decided to run away. I ran like I've never run before. No destination , no nothing, just to escape my fate.
I was running in the London streets like crazy, people definitely thought I was mental, but at this point, I didn't care anymore. And then it happened. A biker, was driving full speed that night towards me. It was so fast, I barely saw anything, but the next thing I knew my mind went completely blank, and everything was turning black.
When he saw the girl, he tried to stop his motorbike but he couldn't. He was way too close. When he saw her falling to the ground, that's when he was actually afraid. For the first time in his life, he was afraid. Why? Because he couldn't handle the though of killing an innocent person like her. He was a bit of a bad boy, but he was most certainly not a criminal. He stopped his motorcycle at once , hopped of it, and rushed towards the girl. When he got closer, he didn't know what to do. Was she alive, not, broken, not , he didn't know. But there's one thing he knew: if he didn't take her to the hospital right then, she'd probably die. He could not possibly call an ambulance cause they would know he was the one who almost drove over her. So he did the first thing that came to his mind. He carried her with his strong tattooed arms, sit her in front of him although she was still knocked out, and started the engine to then drive with a impressionable speed to the nearest hospital he knew, taking her to the emergency department because obviously he didn't know how she was, and when they asked him what had happened, and well he couldn't possibly tell them the truth , so he said a motorbike hit her on the highway and escaped, and so he brought her there, and they believed him. So after checking, the doctor told him she was technically alright but still unconscious. Zayn thanked him and went to see her while she was still in the coma. He felt so guilty, and he possibly couldn't leave her alone since he couldn't contact her family or friends, so he decided to spend the night at the hospital with her.
I woke up heavily and was greeted by a very unfamiliar room. I took a glance at my surroundings and saw a guy I don't know sleeping on the couch in the room. I tried to recall the events from last night and then it hit me: I was running like crazy in the streets when a motorcycle hit me. I must have lost consciousness, back then. Shit. I was lost in my thoughts when the guy started to slowly wake up. He opened his eyes and his gaze met mine: his heavenly beautiful hazel eyes met my gray ones. I shook my head at the stupid thought at a moment like that. "Morning", he said, "how do you feel?"
In fact, I noticed that he moved so he'd be standing next to my bed. It took me a while to answer, and when I spoke, I asked him "what happened ?"
"A biker hit you, and then I saw you since I was driving by. You know I was really worried since you were knocked out, so I brought you here. The doctor said you were okay, and honestly I thought of it as a miracle. He also told me they'd check up on you today and if everything's fine you'll be able to go home. I know it might sound a bit strange, but I didn't have a chance to catch your name. I'm Zayn , and you are...."
Oh crap. Home? What home? Are you serious? And how was I supposed to tell him my real name ? If my foster parents ever decided to look out for me, there's no freakin way I'd want them to find me, or else I'd be in huge trouble. Not because they like me, but the exact opposite. I really don't know what they might do to me, but I'm sure it's not pretty and I definitely don't intend to find out any time soon. I quickly thought of any name that could actually save me right then, and answered him the first one that came to my mind "Jessica", I mumbled. "Jessica ", he repeated. "It's a beautiful name". Well at least my lying attempt paid of. "Thank you", I managed to say quietly. "And thank you for bringing me here. Without you I'd probably be dead by now". "No worries, anyone would've done the same. But careful next time.", he answered me, and I smiled at him, probably happy that somebody cared. Just then, a doctor entered the room. After a few tests and stuff, he said it was okay for me to leave, and that I would maybe feel a little dizzy this week and that It would be normal. I thanked him for everything, and thought a bit on my own. Where was I supposed to go now? What was I supposed to say to this guy, Zayn? Well I was gonna find a way. I had to. I started to make up a lie in my head when the guy told me :" that's great news. If you want I can drive you home. It's the least I can do. So where's your house?"
I got it. I knew what to tell him. So I lied:" I don't remember", then I looked at my hands. Well being all alone made me stronger I guess. And it made me a pretty good liar too. But Zayn didn't seem to understand a thing cause I noticed he furrowed his eyes brows while still looking at me to continue , so I added " I can't remember anything from what happened. Well I do remember I'm British, and that I used to live in America , but nothing else. And then there was something that I can't recall. And then I started running in the streets like a crazy person. After that the accident. That's all. So I really don't know what to do now. Do you maybe can give some kinda solution " And yes I did hope he had any kind of idea cause I was completely lost in London , with no where to go. So at this point, anything can be useful.
He looked at me intently, thinking. Than he said: " Well, maybe you could stay at mine till you figure it all out. Like till you get your memory back"
I smiled. That was a great idea till I find a solution. "But I wouldn't wanna be a burden you know", I said. It was partially wrong cause well, it was my only option, but it was mostly true. Weird, huh? But that's how I actually felt.
"Noway, it's really cool with me, as long as it's okay with you". That should do it.
At least, for the moment.