A Flutter Down the Well

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"I...I don't seem to know you...I'm sorry but you seem so sweet!" I stammered, unable to make eye contact as I opened my eyes looking down at my hands as I almost rubbed my knuckles raw.

"What about your parents? Any memories there?" the doctor pressed leaning forward.

I once again closed my eyes trying to pull something from my mind yet nothing was coming up just a small festering feeling of hate grew in my stomach but no memories had come to the front.

"No I'm sorry I just can't find- I can't remember anything..." I sighed, finally looking up. Tweek had his hand over his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes. Craig looked down at the ground unable to look at me but I swore I could see a couple tears drip from his eyes.

Just as the doctor opened his mouth to continue talking the hospital door bursted open with a loud slam causing me to jump. First walked a tall lanky boy who was wearing a light green sweater with a buttoned up shirt underneath. He had a fluffy top of red hair along with some round wire framed glasses that hung on the edge of his nose.

In his hand was a bouquet of pretty pink flowers he was holding them about the next boy who was much shorter and stocker. He was wearing a greasy white shirt that his round belly hung out the bottom of he had on a red unzipped jacket with yellow cuffs. His hair was brown and was cut into a mullet topped with a blue and yellow beanie.

"Heeeeeyyyyy I wanna be the one that gives her the flowers!" the short round young man whined reaching up to grab it from the taller red head.

"I was her closest friend!" he blubbered, reaching up and gripping the redheads sweater.

"If you mean friend I hope you mean biggest tormentor! You're not gonna look like the good guy here Cartman! Let go of my sweater, you'll get cheesy poof dust all over it!" the taller young man snapped, lifting the flowers higher.

Just behind them a fellow with black hair with blond roots and tips was rubbing the bridge of his nose. Clearly he had been dealing with the two for a while now. He had on a black jacket with patches all down the arms and back and his blue jeans were ripped to hell.

"Jesus you two have been going at it the entire car ride Cartman can't you go whine in the waiting room? He scoffed, rubbing his face.

Cartman placed his hand on his chest acting severely offended by this statement

"Ugh but Stan! Kyle is being a sympathy hog! Truly I would like to share this moment with someone like em Kenny! Right Kinny?"

The last guy that walks in is a taller blond he had on a ripped green day shirt with a dark orange jacket wrapped around his waist. His hair was just long enough in the back to be considered a mullet although you could barely tell with how messy it was.

He had sharp dark blue eyes that lazily wandered over to me.

My heart did a summersault when we made eye contact but he quickly looked away in shame? In pity?

My eyes wandered up his body. He had scars all over his arms, deep ones that seemed to have been there for awhile. Freckles speckled his cheeks just lightly enough to be noticed. The background argument turned to a fuzzy background noise as I focused in on him it felt like it was just me and him.

I gripped the bed blanket, my face warming up hoping that I wasn't as red as I felt I looked down tucking some of my hair behind my ear. I felt like I wanted to giggle and kick my feet like a high school girl that just found her high school prom.

The doctor loudly cleared his throat causing the room to fall silent Craig and Tweek looked heated angrily looking at the four intruders that entered the room. As the doctor continued.

"Well Marjorine it looks like you have amnesia from the crash which is strange as you didn't sustain any major injuries to the head"

I swallowed hard, my mind buzzing with questions I was desperately trying to seek in my mind, memories or some kind of connection to anything or anyone yet nothing happened. No light switch flipped or sudden 'oooh that's who you are' moments just nothing.

"I d-d-don't understand" I quavered my eyes welling up with tears as the weight of everything settled down on me.

"I was in a car crash? How, why am I just- how am I supposed to accept this?!" I became more and more heated with every word. Tears flowing down my cheeks as the room stood silent, no answers to my pleas the doctor just sighed.

"Consider yourself lucky Ms.Stotch many have to relearn everything, walk, talk even on how properly function a fork your memories may come back in time"

My face turned red hot with anger tightly gripping the rails of the hospital bed till my knuckles turned white.

"May!? May!? I can't live with the possibility that I'm a stranger in my own body! None of these people provide comfort to me! I have no clue who they are!" I screamed the tears streaming down my face dripping on my hands. I suddenly leaned forward.

"You don't understand!" Suddenly that searing screaming pain came back in a hot flash. I cried out in pain, my body locking up from the sudden rush. Quickly before I could process it Kenny was by my side he was supporting my lower back as I laid back down the tears overwhelming my eyes I could barely see him.

"Be careful" he said in a low raspy voice fuck even that made me want him more I could tell he was a smoker but I didn't care. I opened my mouth to say something but he quickly pulled away, stepping even further back in the room sitting down in a chair behind Craig and Tweek.

There were a few moments of awkward silence as I recollected myself...well almost awkward silence Cartman kept making jokes about "at least she can't remember how much of a loser she was" which caused Kyle to drag him out by the ear.

"Was I with anyone...in the crash" I stumbled as I finally corrected myself

"H-h-H-Henrietta w-w-was" Tweek spoke up moving closer to my bed side

"S-s-she's y-your be-best fr-friend b-be-besides" he glanced over in Kenny's direction before turning his attention back to me.

"Sh-shes in-in bad s-shape"

Tweek placed his shaking hand on my arm.

"T-tr-trust me sh-she will j-j-just be happy ack! Y-your a-a-alive" 

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