Forever Lost
Author's Note: This is my amnesia story, Forever Lost. At the start it may seem slightly Jarley but as the story progresses it's definitely Ryley. Enjoy and remember to review (it helps a lot!)
PS If you don't understand what Marley's talking about, her amnesia has caused her to have faint memories of several objects.
Prologue
Marley Rose gritted her teeth to try and stop herself from heavily sighing. She had had another rough day at school, with the same teachers teaching the same bland, tasteless lessons. The only slight consolation was the warm light of the auditorium that shined on her. Only now Mr Schue was leaving to Washington, betraying the club, and his place leaving the unenthusiastic, uncharismatic Finn in his place. And, for her part, she had no queries to why rehearsals were being cut. These thoughts were the ones that went through her mind in a zig-zag-esque motion, as she hastily grumbled about life's troubles and worries.
And any witness, for their part, had no queries to why the truck was coming.
Colours. That's all she saw. Shades of rainbow colours dotted her vision, blobs of black and white sedated her eyes like thick glue. She lay in a state of living dead, untouchable and unreachable. However, she could hear a noise; a faint, yet definite buzzing noise. Gradually, it became louder and louder until it was voices, voices of people. She could feel hands, hands shaking her, jiggling her joints. 'Marley! Marley!' the voice yelled angrily. 'Wake up, Marley!'
Her sleepy eyes slowly opened. She examined her room full of strange things, things she didn't know about. What were the strange white cylinders she could see through attached to her? What were these peculiar ticking objects in the corner? Who were this people – a tall, dark, brown-haired boy with the blue lower bits, white upper bits and orange bits on his feet and a white-haired old man with white upper bits, brown lower bits and black bits at the bottom - ?
'Marley! Are you there? It's me, Jake!' the boy yelled, with a joyful expression on his face.
'Welcome back, Marley! It's good to have you back! You look pretty healthy, and there doesn't seem to be any psychological or neurological problems just yet,' the man added, hitching up his glasses and putting his hands in his pockets.
'I'm sorry, who are you talking to?' Marley asked, confused at who these strange, happy people were.
'You, Marley Rose! It's me, your boyfriend, Jake Puckerman!' the boy replied, his voice becoming softer.
'I'm sorry, you must be mixed up. I'm not Marley Rose. And I don't know you!' she replied, jerking away from the boy, her frightened eyes fixed on him.
'Then who are you?'