I feel myself slowly drifting back into consciousness all I see is black. It’s like when you get a really good nights sleep but when you wake up you just can’t seem to open your eyes. Whenever that happens to me I feel like I’m being trapped.
My eyes fly open and I’m immediately greeted by the faint sound of people rushing around and the sight of a plain white ceiling. I slowly turn my head and see a person sitting in a chair next to the bed that I’m laying in. The person is laying his head on the bed and his hair is sprawled off in all different directions. Scott Rogers?
I look down and see that our hands are entwined. I attempt to pull my hand away from his so I can stretch but his hold is too tight. So instead I use my other hand and poke him in the head rather harshly. I heat him snore loudly and I just roll my eyes. I lift his hand up with mine and bite down hard on the top of his hand.
“Fuck!” He shouts nearly standing up out of his seat. His eyes are red and he’s looking down at me like a puppy that can’t find it’s bone.
What the hell am I doing here? And more importantly, what the hell is he doing here? Wait, was Scott Rogers just holding my hand? But that doesn’t make any sense, I haven’t seen Scott since freshman year.
I see three more people materialize in the doorway of the room. Anna looks like she’s been bawling her eyes out. Her cheeks are puffy and she looks relieved when we lock eyes. I don’t recognize the girl standing next to her though, but I feel like I know her from somewhere. She’s a red head wearing a beanie and converse that resemble mine. She’s wearing a satchel and has a book tucked under her arm. I look to the person standing next to her and my mood immediately brightens.”
“Parker!” I shout grimacing at the pain I feel in my chest. I still grin at him though as he takes a step further into the room. Everyone seems to exchange worried glances but I ignore them. I motion for him to come over towards the bed.
He steps up next to my hospital bed. I look up at him and tug on his shirt pulling him down and pressing my lips against his. He doesn’t respond immediately but after another second he’s pulling me closer against him.
I lean back and smile at Parker while he gives me a questioning look. Anna and the girl are standing in the doorway staring at us with wide eyes, and Scott is all of a sudden storming up to Parker, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him out of the room. Anna and the girl shoot me another look before following after Scott.
What the hell is going on?
“Memory loss?” I ask staring at the doctor in disbelief. We’ve just recently started running tests on Abby about five minutes ago. I glance over at Parker and clench my jaw, willing myself to forget the kiss he and Abby shared only minutes before. I can’t believe she kissed him. She kissed him.
She’s never kissed me.
“Yes,” the doctor says nodding her head. “But it’s jut what we think right now. We’d like to run a few non-invasive tests on her but we require a little help that we ourselves can’t do as efficiently as you all.”
“What’s that?” Becca asks furrowing her eyebrows.
“We’d like to watch each of you having a conversation with her,” the doctor says looking at each of us. “We want to find out how far back she doesn’t remember and we believe that having friends or family talking to her will help us get a better idea without frightening her.”
“Well there are only three years that she could possibly think she’s in right now,” Parker says with a small smile on his face. “She must think that we’re still together, and we were dating sophomore, junior, and half of senior year.”
I clench my fists and glare at his head, knowing that Abby wouldn’t want me to punch him.
When you speak with her though we do ask of you one thing,” doc says scratching the back of her neck. “Don’t try to bring anything up that is present time and if you accidentally do, don’t try to convince her that it happened. We need her to be calm right now so she doesn’t suspect something is wrong.” I turn my head to look at Parker and I notice the small smile on his face.
Oh something is wrong. Terribly wrong.
I scowl at the back of Parker’s head as he enters the room holding the most beautiful girl in this hospital. The confused look that she had when they first ushered her into the room now morphs into a smile as soon as she sees Parker walk into the room. I internally vomit, if only she knew that Parker was the whole reason that she was here.
Anna, Becca, a few other doctors and I are standing in a room behind one-sided glass so we can see and hear Abby’s conversation but she can’t see or hear us.
“Hey babe,” Parker says stopping next to Abby and kissing her. God, they’re basically making out at this point. The doc told us that it would probably be best if we acted like everything was fine, which means Parker gets to drag this thing out a little longer. But as soon as I get the okay I’m telling her everything and he won’t be so cocky then.
“Hey,” she says grinning at him. I’ve noticed that she hasn’t been stuttering as much since she woke up. “W-what are I d-doing here Parker?”
“You had an asthma attack,” he says which is partially true. We don’t want her to freak out so we’re leaving out the part about what happened between her and Parker for now.
“But I h-haven’t had one f-for over four years,” she says raising her eyebrows at him.
“That’s why everyone was so confused,” he says placing his hand over her’s. “Four years though, huh? How old were you the last time it happened?”
“T-twelve,” she says eyeing him skeptically like he should definitely already know that.
“So four years plus twelve more is eighteen,” he says stupidly with a serious look on his face. “That means you’re eighteen...so it’s our senior year right?”
“Are y-you okay?” She asks glancing over towards the window that we’re standing behind.
“What’s the last thing you remember?” He asks hopping straight to the point. She puts her on her chin as if she’s in deep thought before looking up at him with a grin.
“I remember g-going over to your h-house to ′hang out’,” she says staring at him like a love sick puppy. He shamelessly grins back.
Okay no, I can’t take this anymore.
“Let me go in,” I tell the doctor and I don’t wait for her to answer me. I walk over towards the door and knock twice, signaling that Parker’s time is up. I watch in disgust as he shoves his tongue down her throat once more before walking out wearing a triumphant smile.
I purposefully bump into his shoulder as he walks in and I walk out.
I walk over and sit in the seat across from where Abby is sitting. She looks a lot better than she did when she first woke up.
“W-what’re you d-doing here?” She asks narrowing her eyes at me.
“How much do you remember about me?” I ask skipping straight to the point.
“B-besides the fact the you b-bullied me everyday freshman year in h-high school?” She asks raising an eyebrow at me.
Great, we had just gotten past that.
“Okay,” I nod. There isn’t much I can really do. Doc says I can’t push it by trying to make her remember anything right now.
I stand up and walk over towards her, stopping right in front of her. I lean down so that I’m whispering right next to her ear:
“I know you still love me stutter girl.”
She gasps and I pull back to look into her eyes. I feel a glimmer of hope when she continues to stare at me but it quickly diminishes as soon as she begins to shake her head.
“I’m in love with Parker.”
She doesn’t even stutter.