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Hazel's PoV
I stare down at my wrists, caked in blood from a useless struggle. Iron shackles lie broken at my feet, and I feel a shallow gash on my left cheek stretching from ear to lip.
I blink away the fogginess from my emerald green eyes, and take in the rest of my surroundings.
Clean, modern furnishes. Besides the scarlet pooled at my feet, the room is an expanse of snow white, slate, and jet black marble.
I shake my head, trying to get rid of the ringing in my ears. That, and the migraine partying in my forehead. I spit out a wad of crimson, the metallic taste filling my mouth.
A door is off to one side of the room, it's clean onyx surface a sharp contrast to the white marble floors. Suddenly, the door bursts open to reveal a boy with messy black hair. He runs towards my broken frame, kneeling down to stare intently at me.
"Hazel! Oh fuck, what happened to you?" He screams, taking my pale cheek in his warm hand.
I don't know why, but his touch sends sparks across my skin, causing my heart to skip a beat.
I open my mouth to reply, but only a trickle of red comes out. The boy's eyes widen, and he grips my shoulders fearfully.
"Where... am I?" I manage to ask. He looks relieved at the sound of my hoarse voice.
"Hazey-Bear, you don't remember? We're in Antarctica for the holiday. You had gone out to get fireworks and drinks for the New Year's party," He explains, worry stretching his handsome features.
He stares at me, waiting for a sign of comprehension. I give him none.
Where the hell is Antarctica, and what are those things he said, fire shocks? What the fudgenuts are those?
"Hazey-Bear," The boy starts desperately. Why does he keep calling me that?
"Do... do you know who I am?" I don't respond because no, I don't know who this boy is.
"I'm Hunter," He says slowly, searching for some sign of recognition in my face. I just stare at him blankly. Tears well up in his eyes, making my chest feel heavy.
"Hazel, Hazel please!" He begs, clutching my hands tightly in his own.
"This was going to be our first New Year's with Dawn. Remember our daughter, Dawn? Uncle Willow was even going to propose to Olivia," He explains, desperate for an answer.
Confusion still holds me prisoner, "Who's... Hazel?"
Hunter's PoV
"Who's... Hazel?"
She doesn't remember. She doesn't remember her child, our child. She doesn't remember who she is, her name, she probably doesn't even know her own age. She doesn't remember anything.
What the hell happened to my wife, and who the fuck did it to her?
"Hazel, your name is Hazel," I tell her, no longer hoping for recognition. There won't be any.
She lifts an eyebrow, but shows no other sign of understanding.
"You have a daughter, Dawn. She's one years old, and this was going to be our first New Years with her. Ivy and Liam, Uncle Willow, even your mom was going to come out for the party." I tell her sadly. She had been so excited to see her sister and mother. Ever since they had moved away two years ago.
"I'm sorry... I don't remember any of that. How... how do you know me again?" Hazel asks. I frown, should I tell her the truth? I already said our child, although she seems dazed, and didn't seem to pick up on it. Maybe I shouldn't dump all this information on her like this.
"We've known each other since Highschool," I tell her slowly. "I read your diary - before I knew you - and looked all over for you, the mysterious girl from this diary of yours. When I found you, you were in a hospital. Your dad had stabbed you with a shard of glass."
I gulp down salty tears, remembering the first time I had met Hazel Bradley. Even then, lying broken on a hospital cot, she stood strong. Defined. Beautiful.
As I expected, no recognition flickers across her deep green eyes.
"I don't recall..." She starts, but can't finish, erupting into a coughing fit. She wipes her hand across her mouth, and it comes back red. Quickly, I rip off some fabric from my shirt and start to wrap her bleeding wrists, wiping the blood from her mouth.
"Thank you," She croaks. Her voice is hoarse from being unused for so long. Or maybe it's from screaming. I nod my head simply, reaching my hand out to her. She takes it hesitantly.
"Let's get you out of here," I tell her softly. She nods weakly, standing up slowly. She braces herself against me as we hobble out of the room. I hold her close, as close as I can without hurting her even more.
There was no way I'd let her go again.
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Dear Hazel (Diary Series #2) | ✔
Short Story|| The Sequel to 'The Diary Of Hazel' || Highest Rank: #12 Short Story, #2 Journal || Hazel Bradley has been through a lot and wrote it all down into her diary. What happens when someone reads it and in return, writes their own diary as a reply. A...
