Hey! Its Chloe here with a new story! If you read my other story abandonment I'm SO sorry I haven't updated! I promise I will update soon I just kind of lost my inspiration and I've been REALY busy! Well any way… here is the story! ENJOY!
What are memories? Their things that make us who we are, that's what memories are. How are we supposed to love someone when we don't remember why we love them, how are we supposed to hate someone if we don't know what they did? You don't, that's how. This is the story of a girl who got her memory taken away but learned to live, love and even hate a little.
Allys POV
Darkness. Darkness was everywhere then came a small light and a small sound and a small smell and a small feeling. These senses grew and that's when I realized the feeling I had was pain, and it was growing, quickly. I could hear a faint beeping sound and knew if I opened my eyes I would see something, anything and that's what I desperately wanted. To see something, but I just couldn't open my eyes I was too tired and in too much pain. Then another sound joined the beeping. A voice and what it said shocked me. "Ok the parents have decided to put her at peace so let's get to work." They were going to kill me I quickly realized! Open eyes! OPEN! I finally pulled through the pain and fatigued and opened my eyes to see a doctor standing over my head. "OH!" I heard the doctor exclaimed in surprise at the opening of my eyes." Where a-am I?" I barely managed to croak out. All I got in response was "she's awake doctor!" I was kind of annoyed at him I mean does he know how hard it was to open my eyes and talk?! I tried again but my voice kept breaking and I was swiftly getting annoyed when a youngish looking doctor finally answered my question. "Sweetie you're at the hospital" He was blonde and had dark blue eyes and a sun tan. He was super hot but way too old for me to hit on. Whoa! Where'd that come from?! I don't hit on guys I barely even talk to them unless their teachers! "I'm confused…" I said truthful. "Can all of you clear out? Oh and bring in Allys parents?" All the staff mumbled a yes and left to get my dad. My dad walked in the room with tears running down his face, I had never seen my dad cry, it made me want to cry. He ran up to me and gave me a light hug but even that sent a excruciating amount of pain coursing through me and I couldn't help the scream that escaped my lips. My dad and jumped and Dr. Moon asked if I was ok and I replied with a weak yeah. After my dad apologizing about a million times they finally explained to me that I was at a Starbucks getting a latte when a man came in, he tried to rob the shop but the cops soon arrived and he then held a gun to me. I tried to fight him off and when I kicked him in the whoohaas he shot me. The police caught him but I was put in a coma for 3 years. It turns out yesterday was my birthday, May 19, I'm now 17. After the story was told all I could say was "I missed my sweet 16 party" before I burst into tears. My dad tried to console me and when the tears finally stopped I asked Dr. Moon when I could go home. "Well Ally despite the pain you're in right now in a couple days you should be able to go home. Your pain is only there because you just woke up." I managed a weak nod and asked if I could go to sleep because I was terribly tired. They replied with a yes and left the room. I had a LOT to think about but I wasn't lying when I said I was tired so I closed my eyes and let myself drift into a soft peaceful sleep.
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BEEEEEEEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEP! After only two beeps I managed to silence my phone alarm clock. I was finally home from the hospital and today was my first day back at school. I was nervous to say the least. It would be worse than going to a new school and not knowing anybody because not only would I not know anyone but they would all know me, maybe even better then I know myself right now. I never told Dr. Moon or my dad this but I have some memories but so far all of them were wrong. I remembered my house to be big but not that big and very homey. It had a metal gate around it and the grass was short and pretty green though there were a few spots of yellowy brown and the house was painted white with a pretty blue trim. My real house was nothing like that. It had a white picket fence, I mean really? How cliché could you get!? It was yellow and white and the grass was a green most people had not seen in real life, just in the movies. The house was much bigger than I thought it would be and I decided I liked my imagination house much better. When I walked into my room I almost wept. In real life my room was painted pink on two walls then blue on two walls and my bed had a purple flowery bedspread. I had a blue beanbag chair in the corner of the room and a white desk, dresser, and bookshelf with no windows in the room. In my imagination room the walls were an off white color and there was a nice big window looking out on the ocean with turquoise curtains. My comforter was turquoise with squares of different shades of blue on it. On each side of the bed was a light wood little desk with a lamp on each one. Above the bed were three pictures on the left a picture of team Austin (who I will later explain) on the right one of me singing and playing the piano and in the middle a picture of me, my mom, and my dad. It was the last family picture we had before she died. I know it sounds kind of grown up but being the perfectionist that I am I loved my room. Or least my imaginations room. Any way time for school! I wore a flowery dress that went down to about mid-thigh with a sweetheart neckline I added a salmon colored scarf some gold bangles and my yellow converse. I grabbed my white canvas backpack and ran out the door with an apple in hand. As I arrived at school it was extremely loud so no one even noticed I walked in. I couldn't really remember were anything was even though I went to this school since 6th grade due to my coma, so I walked over to what I thought was the office. "HELLO!" I called to the empty office. "Just a second sweetie I'll be there in a second!" called back the office lady from the back room. I sat on of the seemingly comfortable office chairs to find it was not indeed comfortable. I stayed sitting anyway and thought about my new old school. It was called ACMA that stood for Arts and Communications Magnet Academy. (1) It was a school for people talented in the arts as I'm sure you guessed from the name. I came for singing and theater but there was also art, band stuff, dance, photography (which might I add I dabble in), ceramics and lots of things like that. "OK honey want is it you need?" She asked not looking up from her computer. Hmm that's kind of rude… "Umm I'm Ally Dawson?" I said though it sounded more like a question. "OH!" said the lady quickly looking up. Oh so now she looks at me I thought as I slightly frowned. I didnt want any extra attention just because some criminal put me in a coma. After a second Maggie, as learned her name was, handed me my schedule and locker number and told me to let her know if I needed ANYTHING she said emphasizing the anything. I mumbled a thank you as I walked out with my head down hoping no one recognized me. I just wanted to forget about the coma and move on with my life. The bell rang right before I managed to slip out the door to the office. "Ally dear just tell Mr. Bennett who you are and he won't give you any trouble" she said smiling at me. I simply nodded and left the room. I walked to my locker with my head down and my hoodie over my face so you couldn't see it. Suddenly I fell to the floor with "oof!" My hoodie fell but luckily my hair was in my face so you couldn't tell who I was. "Watch it hoe!" some guy said or shall I say screeched. "Bitch" I mumbled quietly. Unfortunately the guy was so close to me he heard me. "WHAT!?" he yelled at me. "I said you. Are. A bitch" I said calmly standing up. I didn't even realize until I heard him gasp that my hair had fallen from my face. "A-Ally? Ally D-Dawson?" He barely managed to stammer. "Do I knooooow you?" I asked pulling out the O in know. Then I realized they all knew me here they know me better I know myself. A flash of hurt came across his face then a look of anger which I didn't understand. "You think you can just come back here and pretend like you didn't leave m- everyone for 3 years and come back now and pretend it didn't happen? Cause you CANT!" He screamed at me. How did the teachers not come out of their classrooms to see this? God they must really not pay attention here… "What? I didn't leave... I was in a COMA! I don't know a damn thing about ANYONE and now you just start screaming at me because I can't remember who you are? THAT IS NOT HOW IT WORKS! I didn't even remember my own father…" I screamed at him whispering that last little bit "You-you were in a coma? I-I never knew that… I just thought you left me…" He whispered to himself. Finally I sighed and asked who he was. "Austin…" he mumbled and walked off. Well that was the weirdest thing, like, ever. I sighed and walked into my supervised study class. Ok well better memorize my schedule…
A Day: Period 1: Math with Mr. Honeycutt
B Day: Period 2: Supervised Study with Mr. Bennett
A Day: Period 3: Social Studies Ms. Walker
B Day: Period 4: Choir Mr. Gump
A Day: Period 5: Science Mr. Skirts
B Day: Period 6: English Mrs. Warren
A Day: Period 7: Photography Ms. Bea
B Day: Period 8: Theater Mrs. Peterson
Hmm A days don't sound very fun well except photography. I love photography. Since this was my first day of school and all I didn't have any homework so I decided to just write in my book.
Hello book…
So my father told me I used to write in you before the… incident. I read through some past pages but it just felt like I was reading somebody else's diary so I stopped. I think I just need to start fresh. I'm a different person then I was before so I might not like the same people or do the same things. I already had to buy new clothes When I came home I was welcomed to a closet full of the most skimpy non covering clothes ever! I only bought a few outfits but I'm planning on fixing everything this week. Due to my 'slumber' my hair was down to my waist. They said they cut it but not often and it wasn't very good considering I was in a coma and a hospital most defiantly wouldn't have very good hair people. Well the teacher just said class is about to end so I better get going.
Love,
Me
Just then the bell rang. I looked down at my schedule and smiled, choir. I walked over to the choir room and sat down. "You're in my seat bitch!" said some orange hair bimbo. "excuse me?" I said finally actually looking at her. It was…Cassidy. She was in my dream! She was however a lot nicer… Austin had a crush on her in my dream. Now you're probably wondering why I pretended I didn't know Austin and here's my answer. He wouldn't be the same. He might look the same and have the same name but he would be a different person. I figured it would be easier to just pretend I had no idea who any of them were that way I could see the real them. And that is the reason why I kept my face blank as I looked up at Cassidy. "ALLY?!" She exclaimed truly astonished. "OMG! You're back!" She cheered excitedly. Now I wasn't pretending I was truly confused. In my dream we barely knew each other being as she moved in my dream. "Do I know you?" I asked blankly. She looked flustered and confused for a second but then Austin whispered something in here ear and realization flashed in eyes. "They w-weren't lying? The school had a rumor you were in a coma but when we asked your dad he said you moved…" She said sadly. "Umm yeah I got shot…" I said awkwardly. I glanced at the clock wondering when the class would start. Right as I thought that the teacher came in. "Hello class my name is Mr. Gump! We will be doing tests today to see if you're a soprano, alto you know the range stuff." He said smiling happily. "Now since there are quite a lot of you this will take the whole period. While I am testing the others you may read or do homework but NO TALKING!" he said suddenly serious. I took out my book, 'something wicked this way comes'. It's my favorite…
HIHI! Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'll try my hardest to put up a new chapter soon but I haven't even started so… I don't know how long it will take. So I was wondering first of all if you wanted long chapters less often or short chapters more often? K so second I write songs and next chapter I'm going to put one in for you to try and I was wondering if you preferred song by me or famous songs? Ill let you see a song of mine next chapter and you can decide then I just wanted to bring it up… Well tomorrows Christmas Eve so I better get to sleep! Loves and kisses Chloe!