A/n: Hey guys! It's been awhile! This is my new story, Learning to Forget. I'm sorry about Trying to Recover. I still have no idea as to where that is going, but if I do continue, I'll give it a rewrite. Okay, let's kill it!


Disclaimer: I only own Remember.

Chapter one: Middle of Starting Over

Sabrina Carpenter, Eyes Wide Open

Before my world as I knew it fell to pieces, I liked to ponder things. For example, is there a pattern to the weather in Nebraska, or is it just random? The worst part, I'm not even from Nebraska.

But since everything I knew fell apart, I've been reduced to wondering, how am I going to deal? Before my parents divorced, I was a happy teenager, with loads of friends, a nice house, and a sister, Mallory. One instant tore that all from me. One bad decision. And it wasn't on my part.

Now, I'm flying to Forks, Washington, where my aunt, Bridget, lives alone. Now, she's going to have to deal with my being foisted on her, like a piece of garbage.

I arrive, and am immediately engulfed in Bridget's hug. "Oh, Remember. I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

I try to avoid the breakdown that is sure to come soon, but I'm not able to. The world spins, and I slowly fall down the wall to the floor, clutching my knees to my chest, and trying to breathe. But I can't. I can't. I see some people hurrying through the airport, but I'm not sure who they are, or what they want. I start to really try to calm down, and eventually force my emotions down. I open a storage locker inside myself, shove the emotion down, and promise to deal with it later. Just like I always tell myself. But I never deal with it. I just never have the mental capacity.

Aunt Bridget extends a hand, and pulls me up. We leave the place, and I climb into the back of the car.

When we arrive at the house, I grab my suitcase, and go straight to bed. It's been an exhausting day.

I wake up the next morning, and drag myself out of bed, and get ready for my first day of hell, I mean school.

Bridget passes me a protein shake, and I grab an apple from the counter. I hurry to the bus stop, and soon arrive at school. I head to the office for my schedule.

The secretary looks at me with a look of sympathy. I hate that look. I have a problem with what it means to me.

"Hi. I'm Remember Lee, I'm here for my schedule."

I hear the door open behind me, but don't turn to face it. "Remember, dear, I heard about your family. I'm so sorry. I really am."

I know she's sorry that my parents divorced, and my sister died, but I don't really want to hear her apologies. Once someone you know, especially your own sister, decides it better to end her life than to live it, the survivor's guilt is so bad. How did I not see what Mallory was considering?

A wave of nausea hits, and I have to quickly grab a chair, and sit down. I clench my hands together in my lap, and try to breathe. I just need to breathe. And then I will be okay.

The secretary is up in a flash, and kneeling in front of me. "Remember? Remember, are you okay? Did I do anything wrong? I've never known someone whose sister committed suicide. I'm sorry. I really am."

I try to keep breathing, and hold out my hand. "Can I use your phone?" I ask. She places it into my hand, and I dial Bridget's number.

She accepts on the first ring, and tells me to hold on, that she'll be here in five minutes, and that it'll all work out. And so I try.

Bridget rushes in, and slams into the person who came in earlier. I guess he's staring at me. Who wouldn't be after the breakdown I just had.

"Rem, sweetie!" Bridget reaches my side, and grabs me into a hug. I try to breathe more easily, and after a while, succeed. She pulls back, asks, "Do you want to go home, Dear Heart?"

I shake my head. I have to face the hell day, oops, I mean school day.


A/n: Okay, so that's one chapter down! I hope you enjoyed this! Can we get to three reviews? That would make my day! Okay, peace out!

Christine.