𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧~

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐞

My eyes shot open. I looked around to see I was in a hospital bed. Fuck! My head hurts. Damn. What the hell happened to me?

"You're awake"

A doctor came in the room.

"What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

I shook my head. He wrote something down on his clipboard.

"You were on your skateboard on the road, and a car was speeding by and it hit you. One of your legs are broke, your wrist was fractured, 2 of your ribs are cracked, and you hit your hip on the concrete luckily it was no fracture, but just a bruise"

I was in shock.

"Some friends of yours are here to see you"

"Friends?"

"Yes. Would you like me to send them in?"

"I guess"

"Okay"

He left outside the door, and my "friends" came in.

"OMGG, STAR!! THANK GOD YOUR OKAY!!"

A girl with 2 big puffs came over and hugged me. I raised my eyebrow.

"Yeah. I'm okay"

She got off.

"THEN WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING RIDING YOUR SKATEBOARD IN THE STREET AT NIGHT?!"

"Uhh, I don't know?"

"Jazmine! Calm down"

"Ay star, you good?"

He had cornrows.

"Uhhhh, yeah, I mean I feel fine"

"Then nigga what the fuck where you thinking? You had Huey over here all worried"

"Why were you guys worried about me?"

The boy with the afro walked over to me.

"Because we're your friends, Star."

"But, I don't even know you"

"What?"

"I said I don't know you. I don't know any of you"

The girl with the big puffs came back over to me.

"Star, do you not.... remember us?"

I shook my head no. The afro boy got up and walked out the room.

She pointed at cornrows.

"Who's he?"

I shrugged.

"What's my name?"

"Isabel?"

She shook her head.

"We should tell the doctor"

They all got up and headed towards the door.

"Feel better, star"

"Thanks, I guess"

They shut the door.

Did I really know all of them? I'm sure I would've remembered them, but I don't.

I'm sure I've never seen them before in my life. Right? Ugh. This shit making my head hurt even worse. Maybe if go to sleep it'll go away.

I closed my eyes hoping to go to sleep. Just then, the door opened back up. Ugh, nevermind now. It was the doctor again.

"Enjoy your friends?"

"They say they're my friends but, I don't remember them"

"Just as I suspected"

"What?"

"You have Selective Amnesia"

"Selective Amnesia?"

"Yes. Selective amnesia is a type of amnesia in which the sufferer loses certain parts of their memory"

"Oh"

"Yes. And I can't guarantee this, but maybe over time, you'll slowly recover some of your old memories back"

"Okay. Thanks doc"

He shook his head and left out the room.

His words kept swirling around in my head.

...Selective Amnesia.....

...loses certain parts of their memory....

...maybe over time...

...old memories....

...Selective Amnesia...

So basically, I'm 50/50. There's a 50% chance I could get my memories back, but then there's that 50% chance that I won't.

I'm really betting on the positive 50%.