Memories // Nick Robinson Fanfiction

Chapter 2: Breaking In

PICTURE OF NICK ABOVE

SONG OF THE CHAPTER:  Contagious by Night Riots; also above.

Olivia's POV

It's been a couple days and I haven't seen him. The boy, I mean.

Although, I have gathered quite an impressive bit of information by eavesdropping (I must've been pretty great at that). Apparently, the doctors think I've suffered from memory loss at a young age because of my depression.

I have no idea what must've been going on with me in the past, but it was really bad, since the doctors won't go into details with my mother (she's the woman who was holding my hand the first day) unless they're in a private room.

It discomforts me that my own mother didn't know I was suffering from something that severe... then again, she hasn't been fussing so much about how I feel rather than how I look the past few days.

I wonder where my father is. I also wonder where the hell other family members are. So far, it's just my mother, and two other teenagers: a girl with gorgeous glowing dark caramel skin, and quite an attractive, built guy with surfer blonde hair.

So far, those three people are the only people I've spoken to. The girl goes by the tame Tasha, her long curly black locks making me envious of her stunning looks, and the guy, Aaron, his witty humor making me giggle once or twice despite my condition. I just wish my laughs were at least 50% real.

They might've been my best friends, but there's still some awkward tension between us and I'm not sure if it's because of my memory loss or because we weren't exactly the best of friends before that. I feel like something might have been going on before all this drama, all this mess...

All I know is I need to find the boy. But for some reason, they won't let him in to see me.

And it frustrates me, because as much as I try to tell my mother and doctor that I seriously think he could help me, they either refuse my nagging and persisting, or just flat out ignore me. How the hell am I supposed to recover from my condition and retrieve my memories again?

I've been learning a little bit about myself too. I'm incredibly stubborn, curious, and cunning. Not exactly great traits, but not bad either.

On the other hand, I walk to the small bathroom that only I use since I'm the only patient on this side of the ward everyday. And I tend to stare at the gritty mirror for about 20 minutes straight, as if it might help me remember who I am, inside. Long, light brown hair. Eyes, that sometimes look brown, and sometimes look greenish depending on my mood – but not exactly hazel. Maybe they are. As if I could tell in the dreary, haunting hospital lighting. Neutral skin tone. And tall, for my age of 18. Maybe about 5'8. Those are two of the only things they've told me about... well, me.

I'm so confused, so helpless. What am I supposed to do? Rebuild an entirely new me? Based off of what? Washed grey hospital walls? Tasteless cafeteria food?

If my daily walks don't get past the door out of this hospital, I might seriously go crazy and lose my shit.

It's all so pathetically stupid. How could they ever expect me to reclaim my own identity when I am locked up in a prison, banned from seeing the only person that might be familiar to me?

At first, all I would do was cry. But then, I realized, nope, that isn't me either, and I toughened up. I must've had quite a confident character, and that, I really like.

Adding to that, crying doesn't really help me find the answers. No one, not even Tasha and Aaron, will give me something other than the basic information.