Forgotten

Chapter Fifteen

Danny's POV.

I can't believe it. This can't be real, I know my Jess and this isn't her.

She doesn't love me anymore.

I know it was a few days ago since she drank and didn't remember kissing me but that proves that the alcohol made her do that.

I miss her and everything about her.

I miss the way she called me Dan and actually meant it, or when she called me babe. I miss the way she made fun of my denim on denim.

It's been too long since she's done any of those things.

I've been in my room for the past two days, not doing anything. I listen to music, I can't sleep and I can't cry anymore. I just lay here doing nothing. Music is my only escape. I'm avoiding Jessie, she's tried to talk to me but I can't speak to her. It hurts too much.

 The lads have tried to cheer me up, but I don't want to come out my room. Nothing can make me happy anymore.

I don't eat much now so the lads knew something was wrong.

I can't go and watch everyone play happy families whilst I have to worry about my just over one year girlfriend having no memory of me whatsoever, and she's remembering everyone else.

But what if she never loved me? What if her memory of me never comes back and I have to live life like this?

What if she falls in love with another man and doesn't remember me. Then they'd get married and have children. I'll just be 'Uncle Dan' and I couldn't handle that. I'd go crazy having to watch her love someone else. What if he breaks her-

"Danny?" There is a light knock at the door breaking me of my sorrowful thoughts.

I look to the door, "Hm?"

"Hey man, I just wondering if we could have a chat?" Mark asks as he walks in and shuts my door behind him. He then walks across the room and sits down next to me.

"What about?"

"What's been wrong lately?" He asks

"I don't know what you mean" I try to act oblivious.

"Dan, you don't eat anymore or leave this room. What's happened?"

"Nothing!" I snap

I can't tell him, what if Jessie hears us? I tell him him and he assures me she is downstairs with Rose and Glen. It's still too risky, and I don't want to tell him. It's not that I don't trust him but I don't want to talk about it.

"Danny, please tell me. I want to try and help you" For some reason I realised I do need to tell someone. I can't cope with it myself.

"The other night," I begin, taking a deep breath before I tell him, "she kissed me in the kitchen but she was drunk and didn't remember it the morning after. So she doesn't love me anymore!" I sigh, realising this is all reality.

"Dan" is all he can manage. After a few seconds of silence he spoke again, "What does Rose or Glen know?"

"Glen knows nothing and I feel so bad for not telling him anything. Rose doesn't know much, I was going to tell her but couldn't do it, I told her it wouldn't be long for her to remember me but now-" I stop for a moment stopping my voice from going.

Marks eyes widen as I say, "I'm sure that's ended everything" brushing away the tear that managed to escape my eye.