When I woke up, my wrist was in so much pain, I felt as though someone had cut my hand off. When I looked at it, I noticed it was a bit swelled up. When I compared it to my other wrist, I realized that it was actually about twice the size of my normal wrist. I pulled my sleeve down over my hand before going downstairs to get some ice. But when the kitchen was full of people eating breakfast, I decided to go back upstairs and wait a little longer.
I didn’t realize that I had dozed off until I was woken up to someone pounding on the door.
“Scout!” Devan shouted.
“What?” I mumbled.
“Scout!”
I got up and opened the door. Devan looked like he had just been in a fight and for a moment that freaked me out until I got used to it and settled myself.
“I don’t care if you’re going crazy up in your head, but you can’t just sit a do nothing all day.”
“I’m not feeling the greatest,” I told him.
“Are you sick?”
“Well, no, but-”
“Then you have no excuse. You still are going to help out around here.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Do you really want to find out?”
I pondered his question. “What if I just want to starve myself and lay in bed?”
“You won’t be the first.”
“What?”
“It doesn’t matter, go help with lunch.”
I nodded and went downstairs. What did Devan mean by ‘you won’t be the first’? I shook the thought out of my mind and walked into the kitchen.
Devan sat down with the other four boys and a couple other guys at the table. I helped to set the table and I managed to get by unnoticed that I was using only my right hand. Until I wasn’t paying attention and when Hannah handed me a bowl of food, I reached out for it with my left hand. As soon as the tiniest amount of pressure was on my wrist, I yelped in pain and dropped the bowl, causing it shatter when it hit the ground.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and the room went silent. I cradled my left hand to my chest and bent down to pick up the pieces of glass.
“Are you alright?” Mary asked me.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I answered.
“Oh my God!” Mary exclaimed. “What’s wrong with your wrist?”
YOU ARE READING
Amnesia
Random"No!" I shrieked, attempting to pull away from him. "I won't go with you! I can't!" "And why not?" "I have to go home!" "And where would that be?" "It's..." I struggled to remember. "Chicago?" I think I heard one of them mention that city. Devan jus...
