I am still in the hospital, no memory, a broken leg, and fractured ribs. I feel no pain because of the sedatives they keep giving me. The room is so white, like they want to make your day better, but I think it's screwed up because that's supposedly the color of heaven. I don't want to go to heaven, not now. I'm too young. I can't stand the room, and I can't stand the people who come in it. Like they can't see the bruised, bandaged, and stitched up man, they come in jolly as if it's Christmas. Besides all the melancholy, and the memory loss, I've noticed that I'm much more observant. It's like, whatever happened to my head made me notice things I never had. Like pen on a doctors hand where his ink from his pen had burst, or the worn down soles of a nurse's shoe from running around so much at the hospital. It was all very interesting, and I was becoming more aware of this newfound talent by the second. I can not tell why it is happening, but maybe I should put it to use. That beautiful woman-I mean Kristen as she calls herself came in. I noticed the red in her eyes from where she had been crying, and the miniature marks on her hands from where she had hit the wall through anger of this happening to me. I also noticed a paper sticking out of her pocket, with a few words visible. They were: To my dearest friends-and then no more words. I'm guessing it was a suicide note as a backup plan incase I never recover. She sat down softly, to not make much sound, as if to make it seem less awkward. But, I did not feel awkward because I do not even know her anymore. "Hey Wesley..." "It's not the way." "Excuse me?" "Killing yourself, it's not the way." "How did you-" I cut her off. "The note in your pocket?" "You're very observant." "It's a new talent." She started crying. I saw her take out pills which were labeled a medicine prescribed for depression, but I knew by the powdery, outer, texture, that they were badly made drugs. Obviously not made well enough to look really like pills. "Don't take that." I blurted out. "Why?" She asked in a suspicious tone. "Taking drugs for depression does not help much." "How are you noticing these things!?" She asked a bit angrily. "I don't know to be honest." "Well, STOP! Wait, I'm sorry, you're right." Tears were streaming down her face. All the sudden something happened, and what it was, was extravagant. I had a flash it seemed like through my head. I started remembering some things. Some things were coming back. I remember Kate, Claudia, Abbey, and Kristen. I remember their general personality, but I can not remember anything I have done with them. I can not remember what they look like, it was like remembering a plot without the details. I was bound to remember more. Tell me what you think! Love you all! Loooong update!
I was released home to my mother, and of course she left as soon as we got there. I noticed a mark on her right forearm in the shape of a hand. Presumably a man's, it was bigger than a woman's usually is. I didn't care though, she was to mean to me for me to care. Kristen decided to stay with me. I still did not know her well, but I'm guessing she had a new drug habit. There was a small blotch of a pure white, powdery, substance on the bottom of her shirt. It could have been many things, but I doubt it was anything else because of the pill incident. I had a very long conversation with her about it. She said she stopped, and I told her I knew she didn't. She got mad, but she did not leave or anything, I knew she loved me, but I couldn't remember if I loved her or not. I knew she was aggravated by this. I could not help that my memory was gone though, "Do you think you're memory will ever come back?" She said. "I don't know." I lied. "It's okay if you don't, it won't really matter." "The picture of me in the pocket of your door would beg to differ." "Your new found talent is one of annoyance." "Now the smile on your face would beg to differ, and that's obvious." She started laughing. I started laughing along too, it was truly funny seeing her expression. It was nice to here her laugh as well, it was like I needed it. All of the sudden I had another flash in my head of memories. I remembered some things about my life, about my talents, and I remembered Sophie's death. It was slowly coming back to me, and I was begging for more. I had a hunger for the knowledge locked away. I knew the only way to unlock my memories was to refresh them. This is what provoked my next action... Tell me what you think! Love you!