Special Forces

The Dreadful Day

 That night I had the worst dream. I was going to the doctors to get my cat scan, I went in and everything was going great. I did the scan came out and was waiting in the room for the doctor to give me the results. The doctor came out and I knew by the look on her face that the results weren't good. She came up and told me that the results didn't come back with great news, that I may never get my memories back. Suddenly I felt tears running down my face I couldn't hold them back anymore, the doctor tried to reassure that it wouldn't be that bad, but there wasn't much to say that made it sound like a good thing. My dad looked at me with a look of sympathy but there was nothing anyone could tell me to make me feel better. Then I found myself running out of the hospital, down the street, I had no clue where I was running to I was just running, tears streaming down my face. I kept running and it was only then that I knew where I was going. I was going to the park where Max and I had sat the other day. When I got there I knew why I had gone there. There sitting on the rock under the magnolia tree reading a book was Max. He saw me running to him and immediately got up and came to me looking extremely worried. I told him that the doctor said I might never get my memories back. He held me tightly in his arms and wiped away my tears as I sobbed in his arms. I woke up screaming with tears running down my face and I was now terrified to go to the doctors.

 I washed my face to get rid of the tear lines; I didn't need my dad questioning me. I got ready like it was any other day and tried to calm my fears. My dad told me we would be leaving in five minutes. I was extremely nervous but tried my best to hide it. We drove to the hospital and when we walked in the doctor was ready for us. The nurse took me to get ready to take the CAT scan. It was time now, they laid me down and it began. Minutes seemed to pass like hours. Finally it was over, my dad and I waited in the waiting room. My heart was racing now, praying that my dream wouldn't come true. Soon the doctor came out with the results. It seemed like my heart stopped when the doctor came out with the same sympathetic look on her face as in my dream.

 She came and knelt down in front of me and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes and I tried to hold them back. She told me the chances of me getting back my memories were slim to none. Then the tears came and I knew I had to get out if there. I knew just where I was going to go. I sprinted to the park and just like in my dream there he was sitting under the magnolia tree reading his book. There was Max. He came to me and I told him what had happened and he held me tightly as I sobbed my heart out. He sat me down on his lap and asked me if I wanted to talk about but I shook my head no, he said that was fine and just held me in his arms. I laid my head on him, listening to his heart beating. I wanted to stay in his arms forever. He told me he would drive me home, not wanting to go and face my dad, I asked if I could stay for ten more minutes before going back. He agreed and we sat underneath the tree for what seemed like forever. When we got to the car I lied down and rested my head and his lap and drifted to sleep. When we go to my house I was still fast asleep, he carried me to my room and put me in my bed and put my blanks on me. My dad thanked him more than fifty times. I gave him quite a scare. Max told him not to worry about it and to just let me sleep and not to ask me about it because he knew I didn't want to talk about it.

 I woke up in my bed, it was about seven thirty and I was getting hungry but I didn't want to go and face my dad. My hunger finally won me over and I got up to go to the kitchen. As I expected my father was sitting at the counter reading the newspaper and eating some leftovers. I did my best not to make eye contact but he wanted to talk to me and began to talk. He said "I know you don't want to talk about it but what happened in there yesterday?" I just looked at him and walked back to my room.

 I knew he was just worried about me but I wasn't ready to talk to him yet. I ate my food silently and checked my phone. Six missed calls from Max. Everyone wanted to talk to me about it but all I wanted was for the memory to disappear with all of the others. My phone began to ring again, it was Max. I contemplated answering it or not but decided to let it go to voicemail. A few minutes later it notified me I had new voicemail. I listened to it, Max was saying he was calling to make sure I was okay and see if I was feeling any better. The truth was I wasn't, I just wish I could have a normal life and not have to deal with this memory loss issue. Apparently Max had also called the house quite a few times as well. I went to bed although it was only eight thirty, I was exhausted.