Chapter one

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It's been two months and Troy hasn't recognized me. I haven't been to school. My life is now again hell. Troy only remembers his life before he moved. All our memories, are kisses, gone.

My hands cover my head to avoid my mom. I haven't talked for two months. I've staid in bed staring at the wall doing nothing. My mom brings me food and tries to get me to talk. She gives up after five minutes.

Jordan keeps me updated on how he's doing. She says that she shows him pictures of him and I.

The doctors say it's temporary and I pray every second I can to make it right again.

"Carolina. You have to go back to school. You're starting to worry me. If this doesn't stop, I'm going to make you talk to someone." She said as she as she brings me food.

I never really eat anymore. I can't. I look down at my bed sheets. These babies haven't left my side. They've always been with me.

I start to sob once I think about Troy.

"Honey, it's okay. It'll get better soon. He remembers packing up boxes to get here. That's a great sign. He wouldn't want to see you like this no would he?" She questioned.

I shack my head no, knowing that Troy would die if he saw me like this.

"I'll go to school on Monday." I whisper.

That is the first sentence I've said in two months.

"Okay. Honey I promise it'll be okay." She said and walked out.

Will it though? I look over to my window and look at Troy. He looks the same. His head is in his hands. I want to so badly see if he's okay.

I get up with all of my strength and open my window. My heart races. I haven't looked over to this window in months but it feels like decades.

He realizes that my window has been opened. His face turns to confused. My heart drop and shatters into millions and millions of pieces. He used to just open the window.

My smile doesn't come. It usually does when he walks over and gladly opens his window. I see that he is walking to his window now. I'm scared to death. I've been avoiding him this whole time.

I should've tried to help. I should tried to get his memory back by being with him. This is what I never thought of.

He opens his window with robotic movements. I look down to the ground.

"Morning." I hear a familiar voice that brings a flood of memories back to me.

"Morning." I reply softly.

"I'm sorry I don't remember you. I stay awake trying to get the memories I had that were taken away from me. You seem to have been very important to me." He said.

I look up and see his eyes. I can never forget his eyes.

"It's okay. It's not your fault. It's the drunk driver who crashed into you. We used to--date." I say but I choke on the last word.

Tears form into my eyes. I look away from him.

"Hey don't cry. Hopefully soon I'll get my memory back and everything will go back to normal." He said gently.

He still is the guy that I fell in love with. His gently voice makes me believe. Have hope.

I wipe the remaining tears from my eyes.

"Thank you." I reply.

"Would you like to walk to the park with me? Maybe by talking I could get my memory back." He asked.

I look him in the eye. He was serious.

I smile. He was the only one who could make me smile.

"I would love too. Meet me in front of our houses." I say and shut my window.

I go and put on jeans and a long sleeve shirt. I go into my bathroom and see that I look like a train wreck. My eye are puffy from crying and my hair is a mess.

I first brush my teeth and then battle my hair. I finally got every single knot out. I pull it up in a pony tail. I put some make-up on. I rush down stairs.

"Look who it is. She finally came out of her den." My mother joked.

"I'm going for a walk with Troy." I say.

Just saying that brings a smile to my face.

"Okay. Bring Rebel with you." She said.

Once Rebel heard his name, he shot up from his bed and rushed over to me. We brought him over to our house because Troy didn't remember who he was.

I get his leash and put it on his collar. I put my sneakers on that I played basketball with Troy. I put on my coat and walk out the door.

He is standing on the sidewalk waiting for me.

Once Rebel sees Troy, he goes crazy. He is practically choking himself trying to get ahead.

"Hi." Troy said.

"Hi." I say with a smile.

Rebel is jumping around Troy looking for the attention he used to get.

"You look so familiar but I can't remember who you are." He said with a sad expression. He was talking to me.

"It's okay. I can tell you all about our memories that we shared." I say. I need to be his friend again. Maybe that'll make him remember.

He kneels down and pets Rebel. Rebel starts to lick Troy's hand. He is trying to give Troy kisses.

"What's your name little fellow?" He asked.

Troy looked up to me. He is wanting an answer.

"His name is Rebel. When we got him, he tried to to run away. We finally caught him. It was really funny. We went back to your house. Rebel stayed at your house." I say softly.

The memory feels just like yesterday.

"Oh okay." He whispers.

He gets up and we start to walk.

"Can you tell me your favorite memory of us?" He asked.

I think. I love all the times we were together.

"My favorite memory is when you taught me how to dance. I didn't know how and you showed me." I explain.

I look over to him and see that his eyes are closed.

"I'm trying to find the memory. I'm visualizing it now." He said.

My heart races. Please remember, please, please, please.

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