Forgetting Ella
So here’s the next thing I’ve been working on. Well a peek at it anyways. I don’t want to spoil the whole thing but please tell me what you think. Good or bad I want to know! And if any agents happen to read this blog by my luck today, then please take it all in and tell me the good bad of it! Either way have fun with it my followers!
Before I Sleep
Prelude
Shit Ella, they’re on to us. But they think I killed you. Why?” his voice was so calming that I wasn’t worried in the slightest. My brother on the other hand worried a lot. He was sure that monster of a father we shared was trying to kill us and pin it on someone else. That was true, our father wanted us dead, and just months after killing our mother, his wife, so we ran. They were on to us though. My brother has a taller boy with short blonde hair. You know, your average heartbreaker. His eyes were a shade of brownish-green that I couldn’t figure out, but they were so easy to look into.
“You know if he can blame someone else he will. Calm down Franklin.” I whispered almost. My long brown hair fell around my shoulders as I watched the news about us. It was all across the country, that Franklin was on the run, and that I was thought to be dead.
Suddenly we heard car doors slam shut in front of our hotel room. We had made it to Vegas in the three days we had been running. Franklin rushed to the peephole and peeked through, “Shit, we gotta go Ell, its dad’s men and I am sure they aren’t happy to be chasing us around.” My brother was stuffing things back into our backpacks as he spoke.
“I’m not afraid anymore Franklin. I’m tired and I want to rest.” I whined.
“Ella, if we go home we won’t survive his wrath. We have to hide and if we don’t go out the window in the bathroom we will never make it.” He whispered now.
Thank god for cheap motels with bathroom windows. Franklin had made it out just as the door to our room was kicked in. He grabbed my arm and we ran to the side of the building. We snuck around to the front and into Franklin’s car. As soon as the car started we knew we were had. Dad’s goons ran out of our room and towards their car. I know because I looked back even thought my brother told me not too. He floored the gas petal and we were on the run again. But the black SUV with Iowa plates followed us, and fast. Before I could blink my pretty blue eyes, they were ramming us from behind. “Buckle up Ell, this won’t end pretty.” Franklin said. I did as he suggested.
“I’m scared, I don’t want to die Franklin.” I shouted fumbling with my seatbelt.
“Ella, I’ll protect you, I swear. Don’t be scared, hold you head up high and never let anyone push you around. Do you hear me Ell, NO ONE!” my brother sounded more frightened then I felt.
“FRANKLIN!” I shouted with fear as we were rammed by the SUV harder this time.
“It’s ok Ell, I love you and I won’t let them hurt you.” He promised me as he used his foot to try and convince the car to go faster. Suddenly we were rammed one more time and the car started to lose its grip. We slid around the road at least three times, until the tires hit desert, then we flipped and crashed to the ground. My head was spinning and when we finally stopped I saw Franklin’s lifeless body hanging in his chair. Still belted in and sobbing, “Franklin?… Please talk to me.”
I heard a car coming closer to us and I knew I had to go, but I couldn’t get my brother to open his eyes. I unbuckled myself and crashed to the roof of the car. I slid out and looked around, nowhere to hide, so I ducked down along the side of the car as the footsteps and voices got closer to Franklin’s car. I found the trunk open and slid behind it to stay out of sight.
“Where’s the girl?” one of them asked.
“She’s not here.” The other one noted as he pulled Franklin from the car.
“Do you think he really did kill her? I mean he was a good kid you know.” The first man said.
“This kid loved his sister too much. He wouldn’t hurt her. She ran and now we gotta find her too. But first we take him in. At least we got one of them.” The man threw Franklin over his overly muscled shoulder and they both walked away. I held my hand over my mouth to stop from being heard as I cried. They drove off with Franklin, and I was on my own.
I rummaged through the car for my things, and when I had my backpack I was off. I ran as long as I could in the heat, them slowed to a walk. By the time night rolled around I could see a small town, with a lot of lights, and that’s where I would hide. I never made it though. The last thing I remembered was falling to the ground. It was too hot and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I, Ella Marie Parker, was giving up. My family was notorious for not giving up without bloodshed, and here I was dying on the side of the road trying to break free from the rains of my family name. I would never be like them, I wasn’t a monster like my dad. Then the blackness settled in and all my memories seemed so far away. I was alone and dead, or so I thought.
Waking Up
Chapter One
Ella, you need to wake up…… Open your eyes Ella…….WAKE UP ELLA!” the boy in my mind was yelling at me and I felt my eyes start to flutter open and closed. He looked familiar and I knew that I knew who he was but I couldn’t remember his name or how I knew of him.
I felt a hand grabbing at mine, but it was too small to be a man’s. There was a gentle squeeze and a sweet whisper on a woman’s voice, “Come on dear, I’m here and I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” The sweetest voice behind that whisper.
Slowly I started to open my eyes and at first I was blinded by the sun rays drifting through the windows. Once adjusted, my eyes drifted to my right and I found a sweet looking older woman smiling at me, “I’ve been waiting a long time for those eyes to wake up.” The same sweet voice from a few moments ago. She was shorter with tanned skin and short brown hair. “I’m Lou, I’ve been waiting 8 long months to see your eyes open. I’m a nurse at Mercy General, do you know where you are?”
I shook my head no, I had no idea where I was.
“All right, I’ll get the doctor and we will go from there. Just lay back and I’ll be right back.” Lou smiled as she walked away. The door closed with a bit of a thud and I was alone. But where was I exactly? Who was I? Where had I come from? I couldn’t remember anything. That was scary all of the sudden and I felt the water start to spill from my eyes. The door opened, and a man walked in. Dressed in hospital scrubs in a worn shade of green, he looked to be in his late forties. He wore glasses and had a scruffy, but gentle looking face, “Hi there, I’m Dr. Harris. It’s nice to see you awake. Do you know your name?” he asked. His face looked calm and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue and wiped at my face. I jumped a little.
“I’m Ella.” I replied.
“Do you have a last name Ella?” he asked.
“Not that I can remember.” My voice sounded scratchy. My throat was dry and I started to cough a little. The doctor got up and disappeared into my room. He returned as I settled down and handed me a paper cup of water. It felt cold in my hand and even better going down my throat.
“Alright, What do you remember Ella?” Dr. Harris asked.
I took a few moments to think, what did I remember? Who is Ella? I remembered my childhood, but no names or places just a really nice woman, I could only assume was my mother, and a nice boy a little older than me. The same boy from the dream that woke me up. I remembered his eyes, a shade of greenish brown that I loved. I took my time explaining all this to Dr. Harris. He seemed to nod in agreement with me and listened intently. Finally he spoke, “It’s normal to have a little memory loss with a long nap like you had. We’ll figure this out though. I want you to know that a few detectives have been waiting a long time to talk to you and they might be by in a few days to talk to you. In the mean time I just want you to relax and let the memories come back to you. Lou will be your nurse and Marcy will be by soon to meet you, she’s going to get your body moving again so we can get you out of this place.” The man smiled like all was well.
“Okay.” I replied shyly.
Dr. Harris smiled and left. Moments later Lou came in with a tray and sat it in front of me. She smiled at me, “I thought you might be hungry, so I brought a snack. If you need anything just push this button,” she pointed to an orange button on the side of my bed, “Otherwise I’ll be back to check on you in a little while dear.” She turned and walked out just as gracefully as she came in. I really like her, she reminded me of the woman in my memories, a motherly figure.
I was alone again. While I nibbled on my food I racked my brain trying to remember my last name. Or that boys name. Just anything about who I am. I wanted to go home. I wanted to know there was a family looking for me still. Deep down in my stomach I felt a fear when I thought about home. Home was wrong. Something or someone wasn’t good about my home. I couldn’t tell you why, but to me my home was a bad place, for a place with no name I could remember. I held on to the face of that boy I saw in my dreams. He was where I needed to be, and there was a desperate longing in my heart to find him. I needed to find him. I was snapped out of my though as the door opened again. A tall, brunette walked in carrying a clipboard and a pen. She smiled at me and made her way to my bed.
“Hi, I’m Marcy. I’ll be helping you learn to walk again.” She smiled and waited for me to tell her my name.
“I’m Ella, but that’s all I can tell you. I don’t remember the rest.” My voice trailed off at the end. I felt lost admitting that I couldn’t remember who I was.
“That’s ok Ella, maybe some exercise will help refresh your mind. Or take this as a chance to start again. Either way looks like a happy ending from here.” She smiled. Her optimism was funny to me. I didn’t know why but my mouth worked without me knowing, “If only that were true.” I jumped and covered my mouth with my hands after I said it.
“See I already inspired you and we haven’t even started.” She smiled at me again. She was very beautiful and caring from what I could tell.
“Thanks.” I whispered.
“I’ll be back tomorrow and we will start getting your legs back to working order, okay?” she turned and walked to the door, but stopped to wait for my reply.
“Okay, see you tomorrow.” I looked her in the eyes.
She opened the door and slid out, closing it behind her. I looked around the room for something to do. I was confined and scared and ready to scream my head off about it. Why did this happen to me? Ella the lost girl! Poor Ella doesn’t know who she is! My mind mocked me with all these things. I was supposed to know who I was. I was in a hospital and at the mercy of people I didn’t know trying to remember what I was running from.
My legs had the overwhelming need to run and I almost couldn’t stand it by the time darkness fell across my room. I didn’t turn on the light, however Lou did when she brought in the tray the held my dinner. She sat it on the rolling table, in front of me. She looked up to the TV and looked back at me, “You can’t rot you mind with all that junk already. I’ll bring you a book to read in the morning. Until then the night nurse, Shane, will check in on you while you rest dear. I’ll see you in the morning.”
She leaned in and kissed my head in a motherly way and felt humming a tone that for some reason made me want to sing. What was the name of that song? I nibbled on my dinner and watching CNN. There had to be someone still holding out hope that I was alive. There had to be some news from somewhere that I could find. Instead I found nothing but stories of a shoot-out in Nebraska, and a lot of political rambling. Still I held onto the hope that I would see myself come across that screen and know who I was. I watched until my eyes closed on their own and my brain took me into sleep.
My dreams were filled with chaos and fear. That boy was next to me in the seat of a car. He told me to act as normal as possible as we walked into a motel office from the car we were just in. He held my hand tight, so tight my fingers hurt, but I didn’t dare let go. I knew better. I couldn’t remember the conversation between this boy and the motel manager. Soon I was being pulled along behind the boy to a room. Fear raced through me as I looked around the empty desert around us. It was hot and the sun was almost blinding. Finally behind the door of the motel room. The boy sat me down on the bed and handed me by backpack, “Hold onto this. Stay right here Ella, I’ll be back with some food and then we’ll get some sleep.” He promised. My heart raced as the door closed behind him. The noise jolted me awake and I sat up fast saying “No…”
To my surprise I wasn’t alone, there was a shadow in the corner near the door. I tried to focus on the figure but it was still blurred in the darkness, “Hello?” I asked shyly.
The shadow moved slowly and in the moon light, right next to me, stood the most beautiful set of blue eyes I had ever seen. His smile was perfectly curled at the corners of his mouth and his hair kept long-ish at the top and short on the sides. It was the prefect shade of dark blonde. He could pass for an angel, and for a moment I thought I might have died. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering around bored. I’m Ben, by the way.” His voice was deep and smooth. The sound was warming to my soul and I smiled.
“I’m Ella.” I told him turning on the light. He was even better looking in full light. He sat down next to me on the bed. “So what’s your excuse for imprisonment in here?” he asked.
“Imprisoned?” I asked, “I thought this was a hospital, not a prison.”
“Sorry, it’s kind of like a prison when you’ve been her so long.” He replied. Then he sat looking at me, waiting for me to speak.
“Oh, well I don’t really know why I’m here.” I finally told him, “I just woke up and all I can really remember is my first name.” that was it. The first boy I’d met and I’d run him off already. All because I didn’t know who I was, really.
“Well that’s a hell of a lot better than a lot of things.” He replied, still with that amazing smile crossed his face.
“Oh please, name one thing better then forgetting where you came from.” I scoffed. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but I felt lost and I wasn’t really sure how to react to this strange new boy.
“Well, there is cancer.” He sighed looking down to his feet.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you”- I was cut off by him, “It’s really okay, you didn’t mean it, I know. I’m ok with it. I’ll survive this.” He seemed so hopeful as his eyes met mine again. His stare send shivers down my spine. “Cold?” he asked.
“No,” awkward, “So what has you up all night?”
“I can’t sleep. I have surgery in the morning and it’s a little hard to sleep knowing you’re going to be sliced open in the morning.” He let out a deep sigh, “Oh well, that’s life.”
“Wow, that’s gotta suck. How do you not get scared?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m scared.” He admitted, “I know I might not wake up, but maybe I found a reason too.” His smile widened, if that was possible, then he looked up to me. I felt the heat in my cheeks when he looked to me.
“I guess you will.” I replied.
My door swung open again, a bigger man with dark skin stomped in, “There you are. Ben, you should be resting.” The man said.
“Well Warden Shane, I couldn’t sleep and I found someone else who couldn’t sleep either.” He smiled at me, “Sorry to bother you Ella. Until we meet again.” He smiled and raised his hand to wave at me.
“Come on Casa Nova” Shane smiled. They both left my room and I flipped my lights back off. I feared that I would only hurt Ben though, because I didn’t know my past and whatever was buried in my mind wasn’t good. I could feel it deep in my soul. Maybe I should take Marcy’s advice and start fresh. But could I do that? Could I start over? What if someone bad came looking for me? I don’t know if I could handle my past confronting my present. Just as the sun was kissing the sky with its light, I closed my eyes again and let the sleep take over.
Before I Sleep
Prelude
Shit Ella, they’re on to us. But they think I killed you. Why?” his voice was so calming that I wasn’t worried in the slightest. My brother on the other hand worried a lot. He was sure that monster of a father we shared was trying to kill us and pin it on someone else. That was true, our father wanted us dead, and just months after killing our mother, his wife, so we ran. They were on to us though. My brother has a taller boy with short blonde hair. You know, your average heartbreaker. His eyes were a shade of brownish-green that I couldn’t figure out, but they were so easy to look into.
“You know if he can blame someone else he will. Calm down Franklin.” I whispered almost. My long brown hair fell around my shoulders as I watched the news about us. It was all across the country, that Franklin was on the run, and that I was thought to be dead.
Suddenly we heard car doors slam shut in front of our hotel room. We had made it to Vegas in the three days we had been running. Franklin rushed to the peephole and peeked through, “Shit, we gotta go Ell, its dad’s men and I am sure they aren’t happy to be chasing us around.” My brother was stuffing things back into our backpacks as he spoke.
“I’m not afraid anymore Franklin. I’m tired and I want to rest.” I whined.
“Ella, if we go home we won’t survive his wrath. We have to hide and if we don’t go out the window in the bathroom we will never make it.” He whispered now.
Thank god for cheap motels with bathroom windows. Franklin had made it out just as the door to our room was kicked in. He grabbed my arm and we ran to the side of the building. We snuck around to the front and into Franklin’s car. As soon as the car started we knew we were had. Dad’s goons ran out of our room and towards their car. I know because I looked back even thought my brother told me not too. He floored the gas petal and we were on the run again. But the black SUV with Iowa plates followed us, and fast. Before I could blink my pretty blue eyes, they were ramming us from behind. “Buckle up Ell, this won’t end pretty.” Franklin said. I did as he suggested.
“I’m scared, I don’t want to die Franklin.” I shouted fumbling with my seatbelt.
“Ella, I’ll protect you, I swear. Don’t be scared, hold you head up high and never let anyone push you around. Do you hear me Ell, NO ONE!” my brother sounded more frightened then I felt.
“FRANKLIN!” I shouted with fear as we were rammed by the SUV harder this time.
“It’s ok Ell, I love you and I won’t let them hurt you.” He promised me as he used his foot to try and convince the car to go faster. Suddenly we were rammed one more time and the car started to lose its grip. We slid around the road at least three times, until the tires hit desert, then we flipped and crashed to the ground. My head was spinning and when we finally stopped I saw Franklin’s lifeless body hanging in his chair. Still belted in and sobbing, “Franklin?… Please talk to me.”
I heard a car coming closer to us and I knew I had to go, but I couldn’t get my brother to open his eyes. I unbuckled myself and crashed to the roof of the car. I slid out and looked around, nowhere to hide, so I ducked down along the side of the car as the footsteps and voices got closer to Franklin’s car. I found the trunk open and slid behind it to stay out of sight.
“Where’s the girl?” one of them asked.
“She’s not here.” The other one noted as he pulled Franklin from the car.
“Do you think he really did kill her? I mean he was a good kid you know.” The first man said.
“This kid loved his sister too much. He wouldn’t hurt her. She ran and now we gotta find her too. But first we take him in. At least we got one of them.” The man threw Franklin over his overly muscled shoulder and they both walked away. I held my hand over my mouth to stop from being heard as I cried. They drove off with Franklin, and I was on my own.
I rummaged through the car for my things, and when I had my backpack I was off. I ran as long as I could in the heat, them slowed to a walk. By the time night rolled around I could see a small town, with a lot of lights, and that’s where I would hide. I never made it though. The last thing I remembered was falling to the ground. It was too hot and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I, Ella Marie Parker, was giving up. My family was notorious for not giving up without bloodshed, and here I was dying on the side of the road trying to break free from the rains of my family name. I would never be like them, I wasn’t a monster like my dad. Then the blackness settled in and all my memories seemed so far away. I was alone and dead, or so I thought.
Waking Up
Chapter One
Ella, you need to wake up…… Open your eyes Ella…….WAKE UP ELLA!” the boy in my mind was yelling at me and I felt my eyes start to flutter open and closed. He looked familiar and I knew that I knew who he was but I couldn’t remember his name or how I knew of him.
I felt a hand grabbing at mine, but it was too small to be a man’s. There was a gentle squeeze and a sweet whisper on a woman’s voice, “Come on dear, I’m here and I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” The sweetest voice behind that whisper.
Slowly I started to open my eyes and at first I was blinded by the sun rays drifting through the windows. Once adjusted, my eyes drifted to my right and I found a sweet looking older woman smiling at me, “I’ve been waiting a long time for those eyes to wake up.” The same sweet voice from a few moments ago. She was shorter with tanned skin and short brown hair. “I’m Lou, I’ve been waiting 8 long months to see your eyes open. I’m a nurse at Mercy General, do you know where you are?”
I shook my head no, I had no idea where I was.
“All right, I’ll get the doctor and we will go from there. Just lay back and I’ll be right back.” Lou smiled as she walked away. The door closed with a bit of a thud and I was alone. But where was I exactly? Who was I? Where had I come from? I couldn’t remember anything. That was scary all of the sudden and I felt the water start to spill from my eyes. The door opened, and a man walked in. Dressed in hospital scrubs in a worn shade of green, he looked to be in his late forties. He wore glasses and had a scruffy, but gentle looking face, “Hi there, I’m Dr. Harris. It’s nice to see you awake. Do you know your name?” he asked. His face looked calm and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tissue and wiped at my face. I jumped a little.
“I’m Ella.” I replied.
“Do you have a last name Ella?” he asked.
“Not that I can remember.” My voice sounded scratchy. My throat was dry and I started to cough a little. The doctor got up and disappeared into my room. He returned as I settled down and handed me a paper cup of water. It felt cold in my hand and even better going down my throat.
“Alright, What do you remember Ella?” Dr. Harris asked.
I took a few moments to think, what did I remember? Who is Ella? I remembered my childhood, but no names or places just a really nice woman, I could only assume was my mother, and a nice boy a little older than me. The same boy from the dream that woke me up. I remembered his eyes, a shade of greenish brown that I loved. I took my time explaining all this to Dr. Harris. He seemed to nod in agreement with me and listened intently. Finally he spoke, “It’s normal to have a little memory loss with a long nap like you had. We’ll figure this out though. I want you to know that a few detectives have been waiting a long time to talk to you and they might be by in a few days to talk to you. In the mean time I just want you to relax and let the memories come back to you. Lou will be your nurse and Marcy will be by soon to meet you, she’s going to get your body moving again so we can get you out of this place.” The man smiled like all was well.
“Okay.” I replied shyly.
Dr. Harris smiled and left. Moments later Lou came in with a tray and sat it in front of me. She smiled at me, “I thought you might be hungry, so I brought a snack. If you need anything just push this button,” she pointed to an orange button on the side of my bed, “Otherwise I’ll be back to check on you in a little while dear.” She turned and walked out just as gracefully as she came in. I really like her, she reminded me of the woman in my memories, a motherly figure.
I was alone again. While I nibbled on my food I racked my brain trying to remember my last name. Or that boys name. Just anything about who I am. I wanted to go home. I wanted to know there was a family looking for me still. Deep down in my stomach I felt a fear when I thought about home. Home was wrong. Something or someone wasn’t good about my home. I couldn’t tell you why, but to me my home was a bad place, for a place with no name I could remember. I held on to the face of that boy I saw in my dreams. He was where I needed to be, and there was a desperate longing in my heart to find him. I needed to find him. I was snapped out of my though as the door opened again. A tall, brunette walked in carrying a clipboard and a pen. She smiled at me and made her way to my bed.
“Hi, I’m Marcy. I’ll be helping you learn to walk again.” She smiled and waited for me to tell her my name.
“I’m Ella, but that’s all I can tell you. I don’t remember the rest.” My voice trailed off at the end. I felt lost admitting that I couldn’t remember who I was.
“That’s ok Ella, maybe some exercise will help refresh your mind. Or take this as a chance to start again. Either way looks like a happy ending from here.” She smiled. Her optimism was funny to me. I didn’t know why but my mouth worked without me knowing, “If only that were true.” I jumped and covered my mouth with my hands after I said it.
“See I already inspired you and we haven’t even started.” She smiled at me again. She was very beautiful and caring from what I could tell.
“Thanks.” I whispered.
“I’ll be back tomorrow and we will start getting your legs back to working order, okay?” she turned and walked to the door, but stopped to wait for my reply.
“Okay, see you tomorrow.” I looked her in the eyes.
She opened the door and slid out, closing it behind her. I looked around the room for something to do. I was confined and scared and ready to scream my head off about it. Why did this happen to me? Ella the lost girl! Poor Ella doesn’t know who she is! My mind mocked me with all these things. I was supposed to know who I was. I was in a hospital and at the mercy of people I didn’t know trying to remember what I was running from.
My legs had the overwhelming need to run and I almost couldn’t stand it by the time darkness fell across my room. I didn’t turn on the light, however Lou did when she brought in the tray the held my dinner. She sat it on the rolling table, in front of me. She looked up to the TV and looked back at me, “You can’t rot you mind with all that junk already. I’ll bring you a book to read in the morning. Until then the night nurse, Shane, will check in on you while you rest dear. I’ll see you in the morning.”
She leaned in and kissed my head in a motherly way and felt humming a tone that for some reason made me want to sing. What was the name of that song? I nibbled on my dinner and watching CNN. There had to be someone still holding out hope that I was alive. There had to be some news from somewhere that I could find. Instead I found nothing but stories of a shoot-out in Nebraska, and a lot of political rambling. Still I held onto the hope that I would see myself come across that screen and know who I was. I watched until my eyes closed on their own and my brain took me into sleep.
My dreams were filled with chaos and fear. That boy was next to me in the seat of a car. He told me to act as normal as possible as we walked into a motel office from the car we were just in. He held my hand tight, so tight my fingers hurt, but I didn’t dare let go. I knew better. I couldn’t remember the conversation between this boy and the motel manager. Soon I was being pulled along behind the boy to a room. Fear raced through me as I looked around the empty desert around us. It was hot and the sun was almost blinding. Finally behind the door of the motel room. The boy sat me down on the bed and handed me by backpack, “Hold onto this. Stay right here Ella, I’ll be back with some food and then we’ll get some sleep.” He promised. My heart raced as the door closed behind him. The noise jolted me awake and I sat up fast saying “No…”
To my surprise I wasn’t alone, there was a shadow in the corner near the door. I tried to focus on the figure but it was still blurred in the darkness, “Hello?” I asked shyly.
The shadow moved slowly and in the moon light, right next to me, stood the most beautiful set of blue eyes I had ever seen. His smile was perfectly curled at the corners of his mouth and his hair kept long-ish at the top and short on the sides. It was the prefect shade of dark blonde. He could pass for an angel, and for a moment I thought I might have died. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just wondering around bored. I’m Ben, by the way.” His voice was deep and smooth. The sound was warming to my soul and I smiled.
“I’m Ella.” I told him turning on the light. He was even better looking in full light. He sat down next to me on the bed. “So what’s your excuse for imprisonment in here?” he asked.
“Imprisoned?” I asked, “I thought this was a hospital, not a prison.”
“Sorry, it’s kind of like a prison when you’ve been her so long.” He replied. Then he sat looking at me, waiting for me to speak.
“Oh, well I don’t really know why I’m here.” I finally told him, “I just woke up and all I can really remember is my first name.” that was it. The first boy I’d met and I’d run him off already. All because I didn’t know who I was, really.
“Well that’s a hell of a lot better than a lot of things.” He replied, still with that amazing smile crossed his face.
“Oh please, name one thing better then forgetting where you came from.” I scoffed. I wasn’t trying to be rude, but I felt lost and I wasn’t really sure how to react to this strange new boy.
“Well, there is cancer.” He sighed looking down to his feet.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you”- I was cut off by him, “It’s really okay, you didn’t mean it, I know. I’m ok with it. I’ll survive this.” He seemed so hopeful as his eyes met mine again. His stare send shivers down my spine. “Cold?” he asked.
“No,” awkward, “So what has you up all night?”
“I can’t sleep. I have surgery in the morning and it’s a little hard to sleep knowing you’re going to be sliced open in the morning.” He let out a deep sigh, “Oh well, that’s life.”
“Wow, that’s gotta suck. How do you not get scared?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m scared.” He admitted, “I know I might not wake up, but maybe I found a reason too.” His smile widened, if that was possible, then he looked up to me. I felt the heat in my cheeks when he looked to me.
“I guess you will.” I replied.
My door swung open again, a bigger man with dark skin stomped in, “There you are. Ben, you should be resting.” The man said.
“Well Warden Shane, I couldn’t sleep and I found someone else who couldn’t sleep either.” He smiled at me, “Sorry to bother you Ella. Until we meet again.” He smiled and raised his hand to wave at me.
“Come on Casa Nova” Shane smiled. They both left my room and I flipped my lights back off. I feared that I would only hurt Ben though, because I didn’t know my past and whatever was buried in my mind wasn’t good. I could feel it deep in my soul. Maybe I should take Marcy’s advice and start fresh. But could I do that? Could I start over? What if someone bad came looking for me? I don’t know if I could handle my past confronting my present. Just as the sun was kissing the sky with its light, I closed my eyes again and let the sleep take over.
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