Lost Memories

Being in a mental hospital could never be easy.

That's what nineteen-year-old Amelia realises when she meets Bradley Hunter. A guy who manages to make her feel like she's worth something, in the midst of battling her own demons and walking the road to recovery. They develop an intense, strong emotional connection that is unlike anything the both of them have ever experienced.

But Amelia feels as if Bradley is oddly familiar, the sense of safety and comfort she feels with him is something she has never witnessed.
Bradley struggles with the memories that come back to haunt him, but will they be the reason for Bradley to lose Amelia forever, or to heal her wounds?


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13. Chapter Thirteen.

Amelia

 

Tap. Tap. Tap. I kept tapping my pencil against the paper in front of me, as if that would help any memories of mine to come to light. I was getting quite frustrated with myself, for not being able to remember. Mrs. Johns told me it was normal, when a person goes through a trauma, for them to not remember a series of events. The brain chooses to forget them, she said. Almost as if the brain thinks the person would have an easier time not knowing. Which is partly true, but at the same time I'd rather rip the bandaid off than keep myself in the unknown. 

'You have a visitor, Amelia,'someone said from my door.

I shot up from my chair. It was a nurse, and she guided me to the visitors hall. I remembered what had happened last time, but I hoped it wasn't my dad this time. The nervous butterflies in my stomach made me feel slightly sick, but I took a deep breath and opened the door, I was greeted by my best friend from school, Camilla. 

I squealed and gave her the biggest hug, probably squishing her lungs together.

'I've missed you so much,'I cried, and she said the same. When we finally pulled apart, I let out a breath and wiped my eyes. We sat down.

'How are you?'Camilla asked, giving my fingers a squeeze. 

I sighed. 'I'm okay, I guess,'I replied, and she relaxed back into her chair.

Camilla and I had met in high school, she'd been the first person to speak to me and we instantly got along, there had never been any barriers or awkwardness between us. She'd always been easy to talk to, and she'd always been there for me when I needed it. 

'How's the food?'she asked, a smirk playing on her lips. I knew she was an outgoing person, and had never had to deal with stuff like this. I think she was struggling to approach me, so she tried to make the conversation a bit lighter. Which I didn't mind, though.

'Oh, it's pretty terrible,'I said honestly, leaning in closer to speak more quietly. 

'Next time I'll bring you your favourite burrito,'she whispered, and it made me laugh. I'd die for one of those. 

'How are the people?'she inquired, curiosity lining her features.

Only one person came to my mind, but I didn't want to tell her about him yet. I don't know why, but I felt the need to keep him just to myself, the way I feel for him is nothing I could ever put into words to anyone anyway. 

'They're nice,'I said, not really wanting to keep this subject so I changed it.

'What about you? How have you been?'

'Pretty good, apart from missing you of course. I've been working with disabled kids and it's really good, I'm enjoying it,'she explained, smiling.

'I'm really happy for you Cam, honestly,'I smiled back. 

There was a moment of silence, before Cam rested her elbows on the table and looked at me in the eye.

'Has your mom visited you, at all?'she asked, her voice quiet.

I squeezed my eyes shut and wished Cam hadn't asked me that. 

'No.'

I heard her sigh, but my eyes were elsewhere. I spotted a man, with an unshaven beard and a shirt he's probably been wearing 3 days a row, at one of the back tables and he was staring right at me.

I wouldn't have thought anything of it, if his face wasn't this damn familiar. I searched through my head, trying desperately to associate that face to some memory but I got nothing. He looked almost frightened to see me, as if it was a huge shock. 

'Amelia?'

I shot my eyes back to Cam, who was looking at me questioningly. 

'Yeah, sorry, what?'

He was still looking. But he was waiting for someone, obviously, since he was in the visitors hall. But why wasn't anyone showing up?

'She has been asking about you, you know.'

I took a deep breath. 'You know my relationship with my mother.'

Cam was the one sighing now as she crossed her arms over her chest. 'Yeah, I do.'

'She hasn't been to see me once, not even once. It's obvious she cares more about which man she's fucking than about her own daughter in a mental hospital.'

My words made Cam's eyes widen for a second, but she regained her composure quickly. She took my hands into her own.

'I love you, don't ever forget that,'she said, and I smiled. 

We spoke about more lighthearted things after that, until visiting hours were over and she had to leave. The whole time, the man had sat there, waiting for someone who never showed. 

I was walking back to the patients area, when I saw Bradley sitting in the library area with some guy who's conversation he didn't seem interested in. The contrast was weird - seeing such a bulky guy like Brad sitting in a blue plastic chair, his legs so long he had to stretch them out in front of him. Plus the small guy to his left, who was explaining something from a book that Bradley wasn't even looking at.

When he spotted me, though, he practically jumped up from the chair and rushed towards me at the entrance.

'Are you okay? I haven't heard from you in over 2 hours,'he said as he wrapped his arms tightly around my body. I hugged him back, ignoring the voice in my head that told me not to. His familiar, comfortable scent traveled up my nose and made me feel content. The warm feel of his arms around me, it was everything that made me feel like I was above the water instead of drowning.

'Yeah, my best friend came to visit me, that's all,'I smiled as he leaned an arm against the wall. He was wearing black sweatpants and a grey oversized hoodie, that made hugging him an absolute dream. His hair was messy just as I loved it. Bloody hell, he looked practically edible right now.

'You haven't told me about her,'he said as he took my hand into his. As soon as the words left his mouth, yesterday came back to me and the hurtful feelings were suddenly crystal clear inside me. 

'Look, I'm really tired so I'm gonna have an early night, okay?'I said, avoiding his eyes as much as I could. I turned to leave, when he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. 

'What's the matter?'he asked quietly, stroking his thumb over my palm. I stared down at the ground, the knowing that he didn't trust me enough to tell me what had happened cutting a slice through me. 

'Nothing, I'm honestly just tired,'I lied, faking a smile and pulling away, although my body screamed at me for doing so. 

Before he could say anything else, I stormed off.

 

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