Help Me Find Me

  Okay so I was NOT happy with the BE story so along came this. Dun dun dun. You showed me what you did with Blue Owls, now lets see if we can really get  things rolling with this:) Pretty please? Now I WILL have several dedications through this baby so be aware lol.

  I was sitting in my bed, in my room, just looking. I was looking at the dozens of pictures that framed the walls. I saw smiles and happiness, but more so I saw awareness. I saw my face look like I knew what was happening, I knew who those people were, and most importantly I knew who I was.

  I just sat there, trying so hard. I wished I knew the hundreds of inside jokes I’d formed with these people. I wish I remembered all the fights, laughs, and tears I’d shared with these people. I just wish that it would come to me. I looked so happy, so care free, and so peaceful. Now every time I see my reflection in my phone or anything, I just look petrified.

  I am Charlotte Rose Hartley, or so I’ve been told. My father and I were in a tragic car accident. He died and I got hit in the head. I’ve lost my memory and have no possible recollection of anything about myself. My mother has resulted to alcohol in order to cope. If it wasn’t for my friends I would be totally abandoned.

  From what my friends told me I was loved. They told me I was popular and had outstanding grades. They informed me of my head cheerleader status and that I wasn’t a snob at all. They told me I had a boyfriend who was gorgeous inside and out. For some reason, I just believed them.

  I’ve got two friends who never fail to show up here every day. I guess they really love me. They’re also the faces I see most on my walls. There is Genevieve and there’s Violet. For some reasons I’m always questioning the formality of all of our names but I guess it’s just ironic.

  I haven’t left my room since I got back from the hospital. I stay in this bed watching YouTube videos we posted. I get on my facebook and look at all the pictures I took with my friends. I basically just consistently stare at the pictures. No laughing or smugly smiling to my self like most girls would over pictures. No, I just stared hoping it would bring back something. It brought back absolutely nothing. The thing about it was I wasn’t upset. I didn’t know what I was missing, honestly.

  In the middle of my thoughts, I heard a knock.

“Come in,” I said quietly.

“Hey,” Genevieve and Violet both said smiling cautiously to me.

“I don’t remember anything so don’t ask,” I said moodily. I was just giving them fair warning. That’s all.

“Oh, well, we brought someone here to see you,” she said kind of disappointed.

“Bring them in,” I say still not in the mood. In came a beautiful boy. He was my age. He had really blue eyes and golden blonde hair. I mean he was fine. He was on my wall a lot too.

“Hey Char,” he said clearly uncomfortable.

“Who are you?” I asked quite frankly. As soon as he said that he looked devastated. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly before he could leave.

“I’m John, your boyfriend since sophomore year. We just celebrated our two year anniversary two weeks ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn't know.”

“It’s fine. Thins will come together in the end. I can help you though. With rembering stuff, that is,” he said looking me full on.

“Okay, well can you girls give us some alone time?”
“Oh yeah,” they both said in unison.

“So,” I said looking at him as soon as they left. “What was our first date like?”

“Well, you were a light blue top and denim skirt. You smelled like Aeropostale and curled your hair. We went to the Mexican restaurant and lied to them and told them it was your birthday. Then they brought out the sombrero and that sopapilla thing and they took our picture,” he said getting up after the last sentence and walking to my wall and taking off a picture. “Here it is,” he said handing it to me.

  I looked it over. He was right. I was wearing that and we did lie. My birthday was in winter and this was summer judging everybody’s attire. He was definitely gaining some trust from me.   

“We look so happy,” I said smiling. “because I actually know something,” I said throwing the picture to the side, tears filling my eyes.

“Hey, are you alright,” he asked pulling me into a hug. That question sounds so familiar. More familiar than anything I’ve heard all week. The only problem is it doesn’t sound right coming from his mouth. Someone had definitely asked me that before, someone that means a lot. It’s not my dad. It’s a… I give up. This is going to take forever.

  Okay it WILL get better and I WILL love you forever if you comment:) *Bats eyelashes*