A Long Walk.

Chapter 1

June 12th, 2016

There was a distant beeping, it was muffled, almost like it was under-water. I couldn't open my eyes, no matter how hard I tried. I felt as if I was dead, but I wasn't. I could hear voices, one of a guy and the other, a girl.
Who was I? Where am I? Who are the voices?

"I think she is awake" the male said

"No she can't be she was in a coma three months, she can't be. Can she?"

A tingling feeling went over my whole body I could start to feel my body again. I can move my finger, only a little. I flutter my eyes, trying to finally open them, it is almost like they are sealed shut with concrete. I end up breaking the burier, only to be blinded by fluorescent lights, I blink my eyes a lot, trying to get used to everything.
I roll over, groaning in pain.
"How do you feel, Leah?" Some thin lady with dark skin asks me. She is wearing scrubs which are blue and has her hair up in tight bun.
"What? Wh- who's Leah?" I ask disoriented. I had no idea what was going on and who anyone was, was I transferred over seas? Was I drugged? I have so many questions but my voice is so soar and hoarse that I don't decide to ask them.
"Hun, you don't remember a single thing do you?"   The tall lady asks me.
My voice sounds harsh, "Who are you? What do you want with me?"
A wave of fear clenches at my stomach.
"I'm Darlene, your nurse." She says and bites her lip, like she is hiding something.
"Nurse? Where am I?" I ask, my heart pounding.
"You're Leah, you were/are enrolled into Stratford. You were driving home one night then a pick up truck came and hit the car. It's basically a miracle you're survived that and don't have any permanent damage. You were in a coma for 3 months." She explains, quietly.
What?
Before I can answer her she  says, "I'll go get Devin."
Devin? I close my eyes and gulp. My name is Leah? I don't even know what I look like. I put a small hand of mine in front of me, opening my eyes, looking at my hand, my skin is pale.
The door opens quickly and I jump a bit because it was unexpected.
"Leah, oh my god." This tall, fit, handsome guy with black hair and adorable brown eyes says.
I try to hide my confusion, but I just can't.
He doesn't realize though, he runs over to my bed side and wraps two strong arms around me.
"Hi, um- de-" i say
"How do you feel?" He asks, sitting down in the chair beside me, grabbing ahold of my hand lightly.
I clear my throat, "all I feel is pain." I say and smile, he smiles back. Instantly when he smiles, something happens.
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December 24, 2015, 6:30 PM
There's a ring from the very loud, annoying door bell. I run over, wearing my black jeans, Roots sweater and my blonde hair loosely flying as I run to the door.

I open the door and it's Devin, he's wearing a big winter jacket, I looked around the side of him, the snow had gotten worst.
"Merry Christmas." He says, placing a kiss against my warm cheek.
"Oh my lord, you're freezing!" I say and laugh, I pull him inside.
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December 24, 2015, 9:23 PM.
We lay on the couch, watching Christmas movies on some random channel.
His strong, worked out arm is around me, holding me, keeping me warm. He is almost like a blanket over me.
"Leah?" He asks
"Yeah?" I reply, rolling over to face him.
"I love you." He says and smiles.
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June 12th, 2016
"Wait! I know that! I know that!" I say excitingly.
"What? Know what?" He asks, his grip on my hand gets tighter, it's like he is concerned.
His smile, that triggered something. He was that man in that memory.
"You're that guy, my boyfriend?" I ask
He gulps.
"Yeah. I thought- I thought you remembered?" He says, almost like he is upset.
"No, no. I do remember now." I try to explain myself. I pull him down so our noses touch. Then all of sudden I remember a couple other little things.
"Devin, oh my god." I say placing a warm, soft kiss against his lips. The kiss was full on passion and love.

He seems surprised that I would do that, but moderately excited.
"Leah, I missed you so much." He whispers.

A buff guy, but less buff then Devin with ginger hair and a green t-shirt walked in. The door almost slamming against the wall swung open with so much content.
"Leah! My poor baby." He says running over, basically shoving Devin out of the way. He puts 2 arms around my shoulders.
I look even more confused.
"You look beautiful." He says. I don't hug him back; looking at Devin, he rolls his eyes with much contempt.
Devin clears his throat and the man gets off me.
"Leah, this is Mason, your um- boy-" he says struggling to get the words out, "friend, just friend."
"What? You think she doesn't remember?" Mason asks, pulling his ginger hair out of his face.
"No, she doesn't,"  says Devin.
Devin mumbles, "it's good she doesn't."
"Pardon me?" Mason asks
"You heard me." Devin says, defending himself.
"Ha, you're just jealous that she's in love with me, not you." Mason says, with a smirk on his face. The smirk he had was full of secrets, lies and rudeness.
Devin bites his lip, holding back his anger and words so he doesn't say something that he shouldn't. I can't sit here and let them both argue over ME. They are being ridiculous.
"Oh yeah, well I think-" Mason continues to say until I cut him off, "stop that! The both of you! You're acting like you're
7. "
"I- I should go." Devin says, almost so mad that steam will come out of his ears, like in the cartoons.
He pulled harshly on the door handle, like his muscles would break it, walking out, leaving me and Mason behind him.
I look at Mason with the look of 'fuck you'.
"What? I didn't do anything." Mason says being cocky. I stand up ripping the IV's out of my arm, I clench my fist in pain, but I don't care. I go running out the door to catch up with Devin. My legs ache with pain as I run since I haven't used them in a while.
"Devin, please wait." I yell, nurses give me looks.
He turns around, red like a red bull in a fight.
"Leah, Guess who was here for 3 months, me. That asshole-" he says, he really defined the word asshole.
"That asshole just came now because a nurse called him. I've been coming once a week to check on you, holding your hand, playing your favourite song by Ed Sheeran." He says looking straight at me, like he was staring into my soul
A tear rolls down my cheek, I feel bad. This man really loves me.
"Devin, that guy- he's an ass. I- I love you." I say
"No you don't- " he says
"What?" I ask, what does he mean?
"You're just saying that to make me feel better. You don't know what you feel right now Leah." He says.
He did have a point, to be quite honest, whatever happened, I don't remember. I now have to figure out who really loves me.