Shawn Mendes Imagines

68 - Forgotten (part 2)

Beeping. That was the only thing I could hear together with something that sounds like Darth Vader's heavy breathing through his mask. Oddly specific, I know. I couldn't see anything yet the area a little above my abdomen felt like someone hit me with a sledgehammer and my head felt like it was repeatedly slammed into a wall. I slowly opened my eyes only to be met with a blinding white light.

"Y/n! Oh honey, you're awake!" My mother's voice exclaimed from beside me.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust but when it did, I was met with white walls, machines placed beside me, and tubes stuck into my arm. I tried to sit up but then winced at the excruciating pain the sudden movement. Mom ran over to my side and made me lie back down, adjusting the bed instead.

"Mommy, what happened?" I asked, cringing at how hoarse my voice is.

"Your car got hit by a drunk driver when you were on your way home. Thank God it wasn't too bad. You got away with a broken rib and a mild concussion. Although, you were out for a couple of days." She explained, pouring water into an empty glass from the table and handing it over to me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I was just so worried about you and my heart dropped when I received a call from the hospital saying that you got into an accident. Why do you ask?"

"You weren't in the car with me?"

"You and y/bff/n went to a concert, remember? And you're perfectly capable of driving on your own."

"I can drive?! What year is it?! How old am I?!"

"It's 2018. What's going on, y/n? You're scaring me, honey."

"I'm eighteen?! The last thing i remember was being thirteen! Mom, I can't remember anything other than the first day of eight grade!"

I started to panic. What is going on? How am I already 18 when the last thing I remember was going to my eight grade class supposedly five years ago?! Mom rushed to the wall beside me, pressing a red button before calling for a doctor. A minute or so later, a woman in a white lab coat came in and asked what the problem was. My mother told her everything, how I woke up not remembering anything from the past five years.

"It might be because of the impact of her head against the headrest before being thrown forward by the force. You would have to look after her for the next few weeks until she starts to remember. The amnesia is only temporary." The doctor explained.

Everything was overwhelming, if I were to be honest. Waking up in pain, finding out you were in an accident, and then discovering that you lost some of your memories. I'm lucky I even remember the first thirteen years of my life. But none of it would sink into my mind.

The next few days were horrible. I could finally go home except I need to take pills after pills after pills just to lessen the pain and heal my broken rib. Y/bff/n visited me every time she could, helping me gain some of my memories back through stories and pictures of us together. Every time she tells me something stupid we did back then, there would be blurry movie like scenes playing in my mind. According to the therapist the doctors have arranged for me to meet every other day, it meant I was getting part of my memory back.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard someone knock at the front door. I turned my neck, looking down through the window to see a tall, brown haired boy standing outside in the snow with a bouquet of peach and red roses in hand. Mother opened the door and let him in after giving him a brief hug. I slowly stood up and walked to the railing of the stairs, overlooking the living room. I crouched down so none of them would suspect that I was listening to them.