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Come Back To Me

When Jazmine was sixteen she got her license the morning of her birthday, and her car that evening. She couldn't of been happier when the truck stopped in front of her house and a brand new white BMW, complete with red bow, glided out and into her driveway. Even Riley's exclamation of, "That's some bullshit!" could not damper her day.

Two days later while driving home from volleyball practice she was rear ended by Mrs. Van Heusen who had suffered a stroke while driving, her foot slamming down on the gas pedal. Mrs. Van Heusen had died in the crash, Jazmine had not. Jazmine though, had hit a tree in the Freeman's front yard and her air bag hadn't gone off. Even with the seat belt she had been thrown forward, slamming her head.

She vaguely remembered her door being thrown open and Huey Freeman shouting her name before it all went black.

If she dreamnt while being unconscious she didn't remember any of it.

When she came too it was bright, painfully bright. A groan had escaped her lips from the pain of the brightness and she hadn't even opened her eyes yet. It took awhile, a long while, for her to finally crack one eye open. She let it adjust to the brightness before she slowly opened the other eye.

She didn't know this place with softly beating machines and white walls. Her thin blanket was white and the floor was white too. The only thing that stood out in the room was the dark boy sleeping in a hard white chair against the wall. He was slouched over, she assumed asleep.

She shifted herself and forced her stiff body to move until she was sitting up so she could get a better view of him.

She stared at the boy, he sure had big hair. She felt something in her mind zap through her like a bolt of electricity trying to turn on a failing television. She was supposed to know him, but she didn't know how. Her mind was trying to connect, but nothing was matching up. As she stared at the boy in wonder she suddenly felt rather silly trying to figure out who he was when the more pressing matter should've been asking who she was.

She cleared her throat gently, he didn't budge. She tried again, louder. He seemed to sleep on. "For goodness sake," she muttered before picking up the first thing her eyes landed on, which happened to be a fork on a tray and threw it at his feet.

The clang startled him, causing him to gasp as he suddenly sat straight. He acted as though he shouldn't have been asleep at all. He caught sight of her and his eyes widened, but he didn't say anything.

She rolled her eyes, not enjoying having to be the one who broke the silence. "Um, hi." She gave a light wave.

He cocked an eyebrow then cleared his throat. "Hi." They stared for a bit longer before he asked, "How's your head?"

"My head?" She reached her hand up and gently touched down on the gauze that was wrapped around her head. "Oh? Um... Well, it doesn't hurt I think."

"Would hope so." He stood up and made his way over to her. "You've had three surgeries since the accident."

She closed her eyes for a moment trying to remember. Nothing came to her. Weakly she questioned, "Accident?"

His eyes widened, she became star struck. What gorgeous maroon eyes he had. She felt like she'd been lost in those eyes before.

"Your car?" He sat on the edge of her bed, seemingly being careful as not to get too close. She didn't believe she was contagious, but then again, she didn't know what was going on.

"Jazmine!"

Her eyes lit up. Could that be her name? It sounded pretty.

"You crashed your car into our tree a month ago." Her blank stare caused his scowl to turn into worry. "Your brain kept bleeding, even after two surgeries. Your doctor said a third operation in such short time would be risky, especially since they found out that the source was near your..." A look of realization appeared in his eyes. He leaned back as if seeing her at a different angle would make it all clearer. He cautiously asked, "What's your name?"

"Jazmine," she answered smoothly.

His scowl came back. "Your full name?"

"Jazmine... Uh, Jazmine?" Even for someone who couldn't remember she thought that was lame.

His eyes closed and he lowered his head. She didn't understand why his eyes were clenched so tightly. Was her answer really that bad? She watched as his hands came up and his fingers went into his hair. She would've been a liar if she didn't admit to herself that she wanted to run her hands through it too.

Without opening his eyes he pulled his hands down and walked right out of the room.

"Hey wait!" She called to him, "I'm sorry!"

She didn't see that boy again for awhile, but she dreamnt about his eyes to comfort her as the confusing days became harder and harder for her to handle.

Her name, as it turned out, was Jazmine DuBois. She was sixteen. She had a black father named Tom who couldn't stop crying every time he looked at her. She had a white mother named Sarah who seemed to only be bothered by her father. She was a good student, a volleyball team captain and a soccer player. She was on the dance squad at school and had lots of friends, that was evident by all the balloons, teddy bears and flowers surrounding her.

Apparently, she had been in a car crashed when their neighborhood watch captain died. Her doctor said that it may only be because the area was swollen that her memories seemed to be having trouble connecting with her brain. Her head had been shaven before her surgery in the area of the incision. Her doctor said after the stitches healed she could wear her hair up until her hair grew back.

Jazmine thought that was stupid and had requested her whole head be shaven so it could all grow back together. Her parents had said no, her best friend, a white girl with a bad attitude, named Cindy, had snuck in an electric razor and shaved it off after her parents had left for the night.

Jazmine didn't love the look, but she didn't hate it either.

She asked about the boy, her parents had only said, "Oh, Huey." And that was the end of that.

Cindy, on the other hand went into full detail. "Girl, you'd think even with amnesia Huey would be the one person you remember. Not to say I wouldn't be hurt, but I would understand."

"Is he my friend?

Cindy smiled. "I think if you had to choose between the two of us you'd always pick Huey. You've known him for six years. He's the first kid you met here. He called you Mariah Carey for awhile because you used to not acknowledge the fact that your half black." She picked up the sandwich Jazmine had ignored on her tray. "He's a good guy though. Always looking out for you and stuff."

Jazmine nodded as she thought of how uncomfortable it must've been when he slept in that plastic chair. She knew this would make her sound like a bad friend, but she had to ask, "Then why haven't I seen him since I woke up?"

Cindy gave her a sad look as she chewed. Jazmine wasn't sure if it because of the gross sandwich or this Huey guy. She swallowed and placed her hand on her friends arm. "Jazzy..."

It was definitely about Huey.

"Huey is difficult to understand. We don't get him quite the way you and Riley, his little brother, do. Even his best friend Caesar, remember the cute guy with the dreadlocks? Even he doesn't get Huey like you do. Although, Caesar says it's a fragile thing what you and Huey got. He was always your protector and he wasn't able to protect you from this. We think he feels guilty."

Jazmine scoffed at the idea. "My parents said I was driving by myself."

"Girl, you were so eager to meet with Huey after practice you asked your coach if you could leave early."

She had a bad feeling about what her friend was about to say next. She pulled her arm away to hug herself. Cindy sensed her friends distress but knew it needed to be said. "Jazzy. Boo. He'd kissed you at your locker and said that you'd talk after practice. So, we think he feels guilty because you left early."

Tears were falling and she didn't have a clue what emotions were running through her now. Was she mad? Was she sad? Was she just simply scared? She felt that maybe it was all this big unknown that was the worst.

She was engulfed in a tight hug that wanted to shelter her from this black hole she was in.

Neither had a guarantee that this was temporary. It could be permanent and what was she to do? Who was she to be? If she didn't know how to be Jazmine DuBois then where was there a place for her in this world?

These thoughts made her cry harder, her body racking with the sobs of lost memories, a lost life.

Cindy let her cry till she had begun to hyperventilate, at that point a doctor had come in and sedated her.

Well, tell me what you guys think. I have another chapter mostly done. I'm not very good at long stories so this will probably only be like three chapters... I dunno.

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