Forgetting Luke

This is a typical love story. You have the protagonist. The new girl at school who's extremely pretty and whatnot, who secretly has depression. Her name is Suzy. You have the hopeless romantic who the protagonist 'falls in love' with. His name is Luke. You have the best friend, called Naomi. The best friends soulmate, Michael. The bullies. The boyfriends friends. Just a load of friends. You have the new home, the dead family member, the 'overprotective' mother who really doesn't care. Then there's the twist. This love story isn't perfect, in fact it might be the opposite of one. This is how Suzy, our protagonist, forgot Luke. (Thanks to all of my co-authors: Suzy_Hemmings, ShortPrincessa and Emress for working with me and helping me with my very first Movella) Updates any time from Friday-Sunday (hopefully) (Outfits for story on Polyvore)


27. Pain splattered tear drops on my shirt

Listen to give me love by Ed Sheeran while you read this (Just cuz I love that song):

I was surrounded by people. I didn't know who they were. I didn't know who I was. Where I was. A night gown was covering my body and white was everywhere. The crisp white sheets were thin, and didn't cover much. Eyes rolling round I felt paralysed. Whether it was fear or not, I could not tell. Waking up with no memory of yourself or anyone else was scary. Was I alone? Who were my parents? Where do I live? All these questions ran through my head.
I sat up.

felt all eyes on me. Some filled with worry. Some filled with tears. Mine were bone dry, filled with only confusion. That much I could tell.












"Suzy?" I guy asked. 
He was big with broad shoulders, a mop of dirty blonde hair pulled back into a man bun and a bandana wrapped round his head. His black tee was ripped at the sleeves, just as his skinny jeans were at the knees. Black vans sat snug on his feet, which were rather big. His hazel eyes showed only concern and hope. I wish I new who he was.
"Whose Suzy?" 

His face fell as his shoulders dropped and a tear slipped out his eye. I looked around at everyone else to see the same disappointed. I could only think one thing; "Who am I?" I spoke aloud.

Suddenly a chair screeched and a girl with black hair ran out the room. "Raven," the dirty blonde called, running after her. Now I know at least one name. 
"You don't remember anything?" A tanned boy asked. He had very dark (close to black) hair with blonde highlights at the front and was comforting another girl who was crying into his shoulder. His clothes were similar to the blonde's, except he sported a grey hoodie. 







"Nothing," I whispered. Then I didn't know what to think.

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