Remember Me

Torment

After what happen in the last chapter I had to take some time and regroup my thoughts, I had to plan really well where the story was going, thats why I took so long to write this next  chapter.  Hopefully it turned out as good as the last ones.  Enjoy =D (and sorry this chapter is so long!, but trust me, it's totally worth the reading!! =D)

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                                                                                    Chapter 10

      After the shock of finding out Noah had lost his memory subsided, in it's place other feelings began making their presence known.  Rage had control of me for a while, lashing out at anyone who tried to soothe me. Anyone who tried to tell me some pity lie like 'you'll see, he'll get better' or 'don't worry everything will be okay' or my personal favorite 'I bet he hasn't forgotten how much he loves you' a nurse said that and I screamed and yelled at her to leave and get out until she did.  I knew I was being unfair to everyone, that all this people where trying to do was help me feel batter, I just couldn't care much.  I guess that although Noah and I escaped death, parts of myself had died in the wreck.

     I hadn't seen Noah since the morning when he first woke up, Doctor White said he was too unstable to receive visits, as far as I knew his mother was the only one allow to see him and even that was under close supervision.  In the meantime, I learned everything I could about retrograde amnesia, thanks in part to doctor white who brought me magazines about the subject and some DVD's explaining it.  I read and watched every single one of them.  Apparently, retrograde amnesia was a condition a person can suffer after a traumatic event, or, as in our case a car accident.  It causes the individual to lose most, if not all of his/her memory previous to the event, leaving his/her mind blank, much like an untouched journal or a blank canvas.  Blank  .  .  . that was exactly how Noah looked at me the morning he woke up, with a cold blank/confused expression that even right now felt like someone was driving a blade straight through my heart. I sighted and rubbed the spot above my heart, Feeling the faint ridges of the scar that is now across my chest.  An awful remainder of the night.

     "Okay Emma where home." I hear my mom say from the front seat, I look up and out the window to see my dad pulling the car to a stop in the drive away.  I hadn't even realize we moved at all.  The hospital released me just this morning, and I couldn't have been more grateful.  I was starting to go crazy being cupped up in the room all day while being constantly watched by all the nurses checking on me.  I knew some of them were glad I was gone.  I guess they had grown tired of dealing with a messed-up girl that could flip out on them at a moments notice. 

     I reach for the handle and yank the car door open.

     "Here honey let me help you." My mom says as she unbuckles her seat belt and starts fuzzing over me.

     "No, I got it!" my voice is a lot sharper then I intended it to be.  I hand't mean to lash out, but I was so sick and tired of people treating me like a broken doll, like I would shatter instantly if they weren't careful enough.  Little did they know that had already happen. That everything inside me had already been smashed into pieces.

     "O-okay, I'll.  .  .get your bags instead." My mom said, hurt lacing her words. I tried to make myself care over the fact that I'd hurt my mother, but there was no emotion, no feeling in me anymore.