Story of my life
Sherlock
SO while listening to the story of my life by 1D (which is stuck in my head) and reading the mazing story called When We Fall (which is amazing and you guys need to read it) I was inspired to write my own story. Its really similar to the When We Fall at first but will branch off ni a different direction. Please let me know what you guys think! Enjoy!
The truck fell on its side and skidded toward her, headlights blinded her and she lifted her arms to shield her sight. A strong force slammed into her and she saw darkness and felt an extreme coldness and her breath was lost. Her conscience was gone.
It was weeks later. The woman lying on the bed in the hospital tried to keep her eyes closed because of the harsh light. SHe rolled her head to the side and opened them slowly. SHe was sore and stiff. Some of her limbs felt trapped and her chest was constricted my something. SHe could hear people walking by in a hallway, machines beeped and the smell of antiseptic assaulted her sense. SHe groaned slightly and tried to sit up. A hand gently grabbed her shoulder. sHe heard muffled noises and looked to the people around her. THey were asking questions. SHe couldn't understand them. Her breathing became difficult and she felt panic rising in her. Something squeezed her hand gently and she flinched and snapped her head to her hand and brought her hand to her chest, protecting it. IT was a tall man with dark hair and stunning eyes. THe man was her husband. SHe stared at him, not understanding. He looked hurt, confused, worried. THe man said something to the doctor but everything was muffled.
"-lena...Hellena. Hellena, can you hear me?" a voice said. SHe assumed he was speaking to her. SHe turned her head from the tall man to the man who looked like a doctor. "Can you hear me?" SHe nodded.
"Good. Hellena, do you know who I am?" SHe stared at him for aminute before shaking her head. "Hellena, you woke up a few hours ago. I spoke t oyou a bit. Do you remember?" SHe shook her head. THe man furrowed his eyebrows.
"Hellena, can you speak?"
"Why do you keep calling me that?" SHe whispered. SHe heard him mutter an expletive.
"DO you remember your name?" SHe shook her head after thinking for a few minutes. Her eyes began to tear up. THe tall man beside her tensed and crouched down to her bed.
"DO you remember anything? DO you know who I am?" He asked her in a hurried voice. He sounded desperate. THE pain on his face when she shook her head made the tears fall over her cheeks. SHe began to sob. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." sHE whispered.
"Hellena, why are you apologizing?" THe doctor asked. SHe looked at him. "Did i do something to hurt him?" She whispered motioning to the man. "I think i did." sHE turned back to him. "WHat ever I did I am so sorry. What did I do?" SHe said to him but the man could not look her in the eyes. He stood and walked quickly from the room and down the hall.
Hellena began to cry again. THe doctor gave her a minute before speaking.
"Hellena, I need to check your vitals real quick is this ok?" He asked. SHE nodded. HE checked her heart, lungs, pulse. Everything. IT went fine until he had to check her eyes.
"Follow my fingers." SHe did as she was told. He took out a flashlight. "Look straight ahead, Hellena." SHe did and he shined the light in her eyes. THe moment it hit her eyes she saw a truck sliding right at her until it reached her. She screamed and jerked away, sobbing again she was apologizing. THe doctor gave her time to collect herself.
"I am sorry Hellena." THe doctor said. SHE looked at him. He stared a few minutes, trying to find the right words.
"Hellena, you are suffering from amnesia. You were hit by a truck. It fell on its side before sliding into you. It knocked you off the bridge. You are very lucky to be alive." SHe stared, eyes wide. HE gave her a minute to digest the news. He continued after two minutes.
"Hellena, there is a possibility you may never remember. There is also a possibility you will remember everything. " He said and stood, leaving the woman to rest. He stopped at the door.
"I will have the nurse give you some more painkillers. And a sedative to help you sleep." Hellena froze. Fear gripped her heart like in an icy grip.
"No!" SHe screamed. Before she realized what she was doing she jumped out of the bed, adrenaline coursing through her veins. THe doctor tried to grab her and calm her down but her fist struck him in the chest and winded him. "Nurse!" He called. Hellena ran down the hall, looking for an exit.
SHe let her legs carry her to the main loby and out the door. SHe faintly heard someone calling after her but ignored it. SHe kept running. WHat was she running from? THe meds? THe doctor? THe amnesia? THe man she hurt without even remembering it?
She didn't know she just kept running.
Six years later.
It was the second year. The second year since John watched SHerlock jump from the roof of St. Bart's. John wanted to be anywhere but the flat so he grabbed his coat and cane (the limp was back) and trudged down the street.
John walked, not caring where he went. He almost went to Angelo's but decided against it. He walked around for a good hour before stopping at a pub. He walked in and sat at the bar. He rubbed his for head, waiting to be served.
"Have you been served, sir?" John looked up to see the bartender who would be serving him. It was a lovely young woman, around his age, maybe a year or two younger. SHe was five foot four with curly brown hair pulled into a messy bun.
"No, I haven't. Can i get just a coke and rum please?" he asked the bartender smiled and nodded. "SUre thing." Her voice was soft.
John looked aroun. THere was hardly anyone in. A few people sat in booths and tables. There were only two other men at the bar. THe bartend came back with his drink.
"On the house. You look like you have had a rough day." SHe said sympathetically. John stared at her.
"Thanks. And yeah, it is." He took a sip. SHe began cleanign glasses with a dishtowel. "Need to talk? I'm a pretty good listener." John was taken aback at the offer. He was confused. WHy was this upbeat, happy person asking why he was down? WHy waste their time? THe woman seemed to know what he was thinking SHe leaned in a bit.
"Sometimes, the best thing in the world is talking to a stranger about a problem. Someone who wont judge or change the way they act around you." She explained, still cleaing the glass. A small, understanding smile was on her face. John breathed in.
"I suppose it can't hurt." HE said. THE woman smiled a bit brighter. "Well, spill, soldier." John froze.
"How did you-" He stuttered. THe bartender widened her eyes.
"Oh my gosh I am so sorry. Are you not?" SHe asked, worried she offended him. He smiled a bit and shook his head.
"No, no I am. Just how did you know?" SHe shifted.
"Well, a few things. I have been around alot of soldiers here. You have the same haircut, similar stance, certain parts of your demeanor. But you are more pleasant than most. Thank you for your service, by the way." He nodded. "SO go on, spill." SHe said lightly, leaning on the counter, listening. John shook his head.
"It happened two years ago. I am sure you have heard about it." He eyed her.
"I don't watch the news, if that is what you mean. I don't go on the internet either. It's all so dull and usually false. Besides, how does it affect me?" John forze again. SHe noticed. "What?" He shook his head. "Nothing."
"SO what happened two years ago?" SHe prodded quietly. He looked at his drink beofre sipping it slowly.
"My best mate in the world, the most brilliant man I have ever met, jumped off the roof of St. Bart's. TOday is the anniversary of it. Two years ago he died. I watched him jump. He was on the phone with me. I should have done something! Said something. tHEre must have been something-"
"Hey." SHe said gently yet sternly. SHe grabbed his shoulders. "THere was nothing you could have done. You two were best friends. You did all you could just by listening. Do not blame yourself for other's choices." SHe released him and offered a small smile. THere were tears in his eyes.
"Well that settles it." SHe turned and pulled up a bottle of brandy. It was a big bottle. SHe took out a small wad of cash and stuffed it into the register. Popping it open she grabbed two small glasses and poured. "We both need a good drink tonight."
"WOn't your boss be mad you are drinking on the job?" John asked curiously.
"Nah, as long as I don't get drunk and its slow like today. He's a friend of mine too so i get some slack." SHe said as she downed her first glass quickly. SHe poured more and handed one to John.
"So what's your name, soldier?" SHe asked, sipping on the brandy.
"John, John Watson." He said reaching out to meet her open hand in a firm shake. "Yours?" THe woman froze a bit.
"Hellena." SHe said stiffly and sipped her brandy some more.
"No last name?" John pushed a bit.
"Not a real one." John furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?" SHe poured more in his glass since he downed his. SHe leaned on the counter again. "Don't ask it's a long story." John smiled a bit.
"I have plenty of time to kill." SHe looked at him, weighing her options. SHE picked up a dirt glass and began cleaning it again.
"Today is an anniversary of mine too." SHe admitted quietly. John waited for her to continue. HE leaned on the counter, interested.
"Six years ago today, I woke up form a three week coma. I had been hit by a truck and knocked off a bridge. They say I am lucky to be alive." John was confused. Shouldn't she be glad she was alive and well? He furrowed his eyebrows. "Isn't waking up a good thing?" He asked quietly.
"Not when you don't remember." SHe muttered. She sipped some more brandy before elaborating. "I have amnesia. I have bits and peices from dreams. THe truck, my parent's deaths, friends from primary and secondary school. Bits and peices of uni but nothing concrete." SHe sighed and leaned on the counter.
"WHen I woke up there was man holding my hand. I have no idea who he was he left the room shortly after i woke up. I didn't know who he was. He looked so hurt, betrayed and I don't even know what I did." Tears filled her eyes. "His pain still haunts me." SHe sniffled before drinking some more and refilling her glass.
"Ya know, he used to show up from time to time, after i bolted from the hospital. I ran out the front doors the same day I woke up. Every time he showed up I always got so angry. Frustrated. I think it's because of the pain he always showed." Her voice was stronger. John listened to her story.
"ANdit gets worse." SHe said almost happily. John was startled at her sudden switch in mood. He detected hints of sarcams. "Hm?" he inquired as he sipped the brandy. "MHm. Yesterday my landlord kicked me out. I'm staying in a hotel until i can find a place."
"Wow. THat's rough. ANy luck?" John inquired.
"Nope." SHe popped the "p." "THe landord is moving to Dublin but has to sell the place before he can."
"Are you opposed to sharing a flat?" John inquired. Why was he asking her? they just met! Well, stranger things have happened. Hellena pursed her lips in thought.
"Ah, I guess not. WHy you knwo someone lookin'?" John nodded. "Yeah. Well sort of. You can stay with me. My flatmate was my friend who died. It woudl be nice to have someone help pay rent for once." Hellena laughed.
"He never paid rent?" John chuckled sadly and shook his head. "Sorry for your loss. I'm sure he was a good man." SHe said quietly.
"Yea he was. He just didn't know it." John said sadly and let HEllena pur him another drink.
"WHat was his name?" HSe raised her glas to her lips and began to sip from it.
"SHerlock Holmes." HE said. Hellena froze and dropped the glass. THe sound of it shattering brought her out of her trance and she went to cleaning it up as quickly as she could.
"Shit, sorry!" She said as John leaned over "You ok?" He asked. "What was that about?" Hellena stood. "NOt sure. THe name just sounds familiar."
"You probably have heard his name from other people." John offered. Hellena nodded but didn't quite agree. It didn't sound rihgt but she waved it away.
"SO, do you mind if I move in tomorrow? I don't have much. Just two suitcases." SHe asked. John was startled abit.
"Yeah. You can meet the landlady too. REally sweet lady. You sure you don't want to check it out before you move?" He asked. SHe nodded.
"I just want out of the hotel. SO many boring people." Hellena laughed and John stared. THe clock on the wall chimed. It was midnight. "Well, cheers and happy anniversary John." SHe toasted to John. John couldn't hep but smile sadly, nod and drink.
"SO what's the address?" SHe asked, putting everything away and getting ready to close up.
"221B Baker Street."
Hellena knocked on the door and pulled her coat tighter around herself as she waited for John to open the door. She hoped she had the right address. AN elder lady opened the door.
"Oh, deary are you Ms. Hellena?" THe lady asked. Hellena nodde.d "Yes ma'am. Are you Ms. Hudson?" Hellen asked.
Hellena dropped her things on the floor and looked around. It smelled dusty. Nothing had been touched in a while and it was very cluttered. THere was a door that had not been opened in a while. THere was a pile of things in front of it. It must have been his friend's things.
"Ah, Hellena! DO you wnat some tea?" John asked exiting the kitchen. Hellena nodded. "Yes please." SHe followed into the kitchen. THere were so many things that looked unsafe to have in kitchen. SHe walked over to the fridge and opened it. John protested but she ignored him and peered in. THere was a head.
"Oh! Hello, there." SHe said out loud. John looked at her curiously. "Are you...talking to the head?" SHe looked blankly at him and shut the fridge.
"Yes, I am talking to yours as well." Her face was blank before it broke into a smile. "Sorry, just didn't expect it." She laughed. John shook his head. "DOn't worry. ANd be careful there are odd things all around the flat." He handed her a mug of tea. SHE sipped it. It was warm and good.
THey walked into the living room and sat. John was in his chair and Hellena sat on the couch, in case the chair was his friend's. She did not want to offend her new flat mate. John was staring at the chair sadly.
"John?" She asked sadly. He snapped out of his reverie. SHe briefly envied him for even being able to remember a friend.
"Oh, yes sorry about that."
"DOn't worry about it." Hellena smiled. "So, sorry it is a bit cluttered. DO you think you will stay?" John asked sipping his tea. Hellena looked around. THE clutter was so familiar. "I think I will." SHe said quietly turning back to John with a small smile.
"I warn you though, I may not be the best flatmate. I am an emotional wreck most times." SHe confessed leaning forward. She rested her elbows on her knees and held her tea. JOhn chuckled.
"I think I can manage you." He suddenly got sad. He almost felt bad for replacing Sherlock. But she needed a place and he need to start...moving on.
"Hellena?" John asked, looking from the clutter to her. Her head perked up. "DO you think...can you? Uhm. Would you mind helping pack. Pack his things." HE stuttered out. Hellena smiled sadly and nodded. Perhaps they could heal each other. Maybe this will be good for the both of them.
It was late. The two had stayed up talking, just getting to know each other. Nothing personal or depressing was shared.
When the two parted ways, John showed her to a spare bedroom that had a matress. HE apologized for not having an actual bed but Hellena was fine with it.
Hellena threw on flannel bottoms and a thick, warm jumper. She was curled under a comforter. SHe tried to sleep but it did not come easily. FOr the past six years she has not had one full night of sleep unless it was alcohol or sleep aid induced.
SHe shifted adn tossed adn turned for hours before giving up. With a sigh she stood and wrapped the blanket around her. SHe headed downstairs. She stood in the living room, just looking around. Some of the things looked so familiar. Sitting on the couch she breathed in the dusty air. SHe could smell Johns cologne in teh flat but there was a fainter one. It was more appealing and more...familiar? She could barely smell it but it was there.
SHe suddenly felt the emptiness the man left behind in this flat. SHe wrapped the blanket around her as an intense loneliness engulfed her heart.
Tears pricked her eyes and she struggled to keep them back. SHe lied down and breathed into the couch.
WHo was she? What did she do before the accident? WHo was that man who plagued her dreams?
These thoughts swirled in her head as she fell asleep.
"Help me." SHe demanded as she sat in front of a young man. She was demanding he help her. What was he going to help her with?
Calculus. HE was goign to help her with her Calculus class in Uni. THis was a memory. sHE couldn't see his face. It was blurry.
"ANd why shoudl I? DO It yourself." He stated. SHe frowned and threw her Symbology book at him. He frowned at it. SHe knew he was struggling in that class. THey had the same class. "Teach me Calc. I teach you symbols. Fair?"
"Fair enough." She smiled at the victory.
The dream switched to a different memory. It was still fuzzy.
Hellena was walking on a bridge. Actually she was runnign after a man. No she was running with him. THey were chasing a man together. He was dangerous and they were tryign to stop him? Yes! But who?
Hellena tunred to see the truck sliding at her. THe monet it hit her she woke.
Hellena sat up screaming and holding her head in pain. SHe silenced herslef and looked around. SHe was in the flat. She was alive. SHe was ok. SHe heard someone running down a flight of steps. SHe looked to see a groggy John with a gun. "Hellena? WHat are you doing on the couch?" SHe burst into tears. She didn't even know why really.
"Oh God, what's wrong?" John asked and he sat down next to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and she curled into him. He hugged her and rubbed her back.
"Hellena, what happened?" He asked. "THe truck, the truck. It hit me. It was going to hit me." SHe murmured. Suddenly she let go of John and leaned away.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I'm so sorry. Go back to sleep I'm ok. Just a night mare." SHe waved him away.
"Hellena, its fine I wasn't really able to sleep as well." SHe leaned back against the backrest and eyed John.
"DO you ever wake up screaming?" SHe asked quietly. He could hear the exhaustion in her voice. He nodded slowly. "It always happens right when he hits the ground." He admitted. HE felt so open to her. Like he could tell her anything and she would listen without judging. He trusted her and she was so patient with listening. But now she needed someone to listen to her.
"I'm sorry, John." SHe muttered.
"Hellena?" SHe opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes were a very dark brown, in the light they looked black. "Hm?"
"I will listen. You can tell me anything that is on your mind." SHe looked down at the couch but brought her eyes back to his quickly.
"I'm angry John." SHe said, voice void of emotion. HE listened to her.
"I'm angry and tired. I don't know who I am. What have I done with my life? Do I have friends? Does anyone miss me? Is there anyone I should miss? In a way I envy you. You have the ability to mourn your friend. You can still remember him, let his memory live through you. Do I even have friends?" She began to whisper at the end.
"It's so frustrating not knowing who I am. It's driving me crazy." SHe ran a hand through her hair. "I don't even know where to begin looking." SHe admitted. John sat and thought. Was there anything he could do to help her? After a while he came up with an answer.
"Give it time. Let the memories come back on their own. THey already are starting to aren't they?" He asked. SHe nodded.
"I'm too impatient." SHe muttered. John chuckled. Hellena smiled sadly.
"I have a new memory." SHe said quietly. John quirked an eyebrow. "Oh really? Let's hear it."
Hellena told him about the Calculus and Symbology courses she took. She was good at one but not the other. SHe asked a classmate for help. He needed help too. SHe told him the memory.
"He was such a grouch too! He was the most egotistical, arrogant jerk I had ever met!" SHe laughed. SHe remembered a bit about him but not a lot. John chuckled.
"I think we got along after that though." John laughed a bit at that. THey sat in a comfortable silence.
John was begging to nodd off a bit. "John?" SHe asked quielty. He hummed in response.
"Can you tell me about him some day?" He turned to her. "When it doesn't hurt so much, can you tell me about your friend?" SHe asked, her voice just barley a whisper. John nodded and Hellena smiled. Her head was still on the backrest and she closed her eyes. John saw as she fell asleep. She looked so relaxed. He leaned his head back and smiled sadly. It turned to a frown.
"Will it ever hurt less?" He muttered to the air.
John woke up on the couch. It took him a moment to remember how he got there.
He got up and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. He thought about the conversation from the night previous. HE felt so bad for her. He limped back out with a mug and sat in his chair. He stared at SHerlock's for a long while. He remembered their first meeting.
He turned with furrowed eyebrows to teh door as he heard footsteps heading towards them. They were too heavy to be Mrs. Hudson's. John's eyes widened when Mycroft stood at his door.
"Mycroft." He said standing. He used his cane to keep him up. Mycroft eyed him up and down.
"I see your limp has returned." HE said, noting John's limp. "I see you have gained weight." John said blandly. Mycroft frowned. "It appears I am not the only one gaining something." He motioned to the person on the couch.
"New flatmate. No concern of yours." John said firmly.
"Ah, you are wrong. It is absolutley my business."
"WHy is that?" John challenged and Mycroft paused. HE almost seemed to be struggling internally.
"How well do you know her?" He asked. John frowned.
"Not very well. But she doesn;t knwo herself that well either. SHe has amnesia. Why do you ask? WHy do you care?" John asked harshly.
Mycroft looked at the ground. John noticed Mycroft wasn't being Mycroft. Hellena stirred and opened her eyes. THey immediatly landed on Mycroft. He froze and she felt panic fill her.
Standing she asked "WHo are you, why are you here?" Mycroft relaxed but John notice sadness flash across the man's eyes.
"SO you really do not remember anything." HE stated. Hellena widened her eyes.
"DO I know you? How do you know me?" sHe demanded. Hellena let the blanket fall the the floor. SHe marched over to Mycroft and got in his face.
"You know something. Tell me!" SHe demanded. John was shocked mycroft wasn't doing anything about her attitude. If anything Mycroft sat there and took it like he felt he deserved it.
"My dear, I fear I cannot. It is something you have to figure out on your own." He said sadly. Hellena's hand flew without her consent. SHe smacked Mycroft Holmes right on the cheek. John stood in shock. Mycroft couldn't meet her eyes. "I don't care if you are part of the Brittish Government, you have no right to keep my past from me!" She yelled and stormed out of the flat. John made a motion to go after her but Mycroft stopped him.
"Let her go." HE said quietly. John stared at Mycroft. "Why are you here?" John asked cautiously. For a while Mycroft said nothing.
"SHe is remembering." Mycroft said quietly. John furrowed his eyebrows.
"SHe knew I was involved in the Government yet as far as she knows, we have never met." Mycroft explained. Realization dawned on John. "Mycroft how do you know her?" John asked.
The man shook his head. "John, please, for everyone's sake, let her remember on her own. Do not dig into the matter. Do not try to find the answer yourself. Let the memories come back. When something is forced on her, she runs." John rolled his eyes. Of course he was being so damned cryptic.
Mycroft moved to leave. He froze in the door way.
"John. Heal her for us. For all of us." Mycroft stated. John just watched him leave, confusion clear on his face. He stood in the living room trying to sort out his thoughts. Not having much success he shook his head and went to getting ready for work.
Hellena stormed through the streets in her pajamas. That ass hole refused to shed even a little light on her life! he knew her! SHe knew he did! WHy wouldn't he tell her!?
Frustration coursed through her veins. sHe sat on a bench and buried her head in her hands.
Mycroft. Mycroft who? she thought about the man she just encountered. sHE knew him. HE seemed a bit familiar.
Mycroft. member of the British government. THe only emotion affiliated besides anger and frustration was fondness. SHe slightly remembered enjoying his presence. He was someone familiar. Something about a diet too. And cake.
SHaking her head, Hellena stood and decided to get back to the flat. Maybe today sh would start packing.
SHe pulled out a box and began to take papers off a desk and neatly stack them into the box. Next were some open notebooks. sHE closed them slowly and gently placed them on top of the papers. Most of the desk was cleared. SHe grabbed another box and started again. Papers, notebooks and small containers were placed in the box.
FOr some reason, putting them away felt wrong. a loneliness filled her again and she found herself tearing up She wiped her eyes and continued slowly. But every time she placed an item in the box, it got harder. SHe only packed two boxes. SHe set them in front of the closed door.
If John was ok with the packing, she would put it in his friend's room. If not she would unpack it. SHe wiped her hands of the dust and turned. SOmethign on the mantle caught her eye.
It was a skull.
"Do we have to keep the skull, -?" She asked. SHE didn't remember the name, only that she said it.
"Of course. I need someone to speak with while you are gone." a deep voice said behind her. SHe pulled it out of the box and set it on the shelf. It was a small skull of a dog. Not a human.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist and someone kissed her neck. "I love you." She laughed and turned but saw nothing but blinding lights of a truck heading towards her. SHe screamed in shock.
Hellena jumped and shouted. Her heart was beating so fast. Tears were streaming down her face. sHE did have someone she cared for. SHe was in love adn she couldn't remember his name or face. Where was he? Was he looking for her?
Hellena looked at the human skull on the mantle. She gently picked it up and held it to her chest. SHe started to walk to the couch but fell to her knees. Her crying turned to sobbing and she fell on her side.
THere she lied, clutching the skull to her chest, seeking comfort from it. SHe sobbed for hours over the man she loved at one point. If they met again woudl she still love him? did he move on? Did he know John's friend?
SHe knew the answers to none of these questions. THe only thing she knew was that she was hurting.
John came home to see her on the floor. He saw her sobbing uncontrollably on the floor, clutching SHerlock's skull.
"Hellena! Oh God what happened?" HE asked as he limped over to her quickly. He helped her up. SHe sat on the floor, refusing to let go of the skull.
"I started packing and I saw the skull. John I-..." SHe trailed off and began sobbing again. John pulled her into a hug.
"I WAS IN LOVE." SHe screamed into his shoulder. John froze.
"JOhn. I loved him! I can't remember him but I remember being in love! I was moving in with him John!" SHe sobbed harder than ever. John rubbed her back and forced himself not to cry. The poor girl. He could not imagine the pain. HE was in love with Mary. What if He lost all memory of her?
Eventually, Hellena cried herself out and fell asleep in John's arms. He sat there, wondering what to do. He slowly picked her up. It was a bit difficult with his leg but she was light.
He limped over to the couch and set her down. After pulling the blanket over her he turned to see his cane on the floor.
"Hu." He huffed. He picked it up and set it next to his chair. He took out his phone and called Mary. HE told AMry about his new flat mate. WIth her big heart and complete trust in John, she of course had no issue with it. Mary actually wanted to meet her soon.
"John?" Her voice said over the phone.
"Hi, Mary. I am so sorry about this but I may have to cancel tonight." He said sadly. Mary had been gone for a week and just got back today.
"John, what's wrong is everything alright?" SHe asked worried.
"Yes. Its just... Hellena, the new flat mate. SHe had a memory return today. Tore her up bad. I came home to see her on the floor sobbing. I think she had been ther for hours. I am not sure if I should leave her alone tonight." He was unsure of what to do. John waited for a response form MAry. There was a pause.
"WHat did she remember?" Mary asked cautiously. John paused and swallowed hard.
"SHe was in love Mary. She moved in with someone she loved. She hasn't remembered this for six years." He heard Mary gasp into the phone. "MAry?"
"John. I am going to come over tonight." SHe stated.
"Mary. Are you-" Mary cut him off.
"I am on my way. sHE shouldn't be alone tonight. We can both cheer her up. See you soon." Mary hugn up. John looked at his phone and smiled. the woman had the biggest heart in the world.
He turned to Hellena. HE walked over (without his cane) and knelt down to her. Gently placing a hand on her shoulder he called her name softly.
She hmmed in response.
"Mary is going to be here in a few minutes." He told her softly. SHe was still half asleep.
"Oh, you had a date tonight. Go on it, don't let me keep you form her, Sebastian." she mumbled.
"What?" John asked loudly. Did she know him? Hellena was startled loudness and sat up.
"What? GO on your date." SHe said. He looked confused.
"You called me Sebastian."
"Did I? I'm sorry." She said looking about as confused as John.
"Who is he?"
"Um..." She thought for a minute. Nothing really came to her except uni.
"I think He was a class mate from Uni." SHe shrugged. "I don't even know where I went to Uni. So When is Mary going to be here?" SHe asked quietly.
"In a minute or so." Hellena smiled sadly. "Guess I need to get dressed hu?" SHe said standing. Seh slowly made her way up the steps and to the spare room.
She changed into jeans and a baggy tee shirt. Not much of an improvement but right now she didn't care too much. sHe kept her hair down and brushed her teeth.
Makign her way downstairs she saw a blonde woman standing in the living room with John. She turned to Hellena with a warm smile.
"Hello, you must be Hellena!" SHe offered a hand to shake. hellena took it and tried to smile. "Nice to meet you, mary."
After an exchange of greetings, Mary offered the two chineese food. Hellena's stomach answered for her and the three were on the couch, eating chinese and watching crap telly. Actually the girls talked and John contributed in some parts f the conversation.
It was nice. It really was but Hellena could not shake the guilt and loneliness.
please reveiw I know its kinda slow and dull. am i reachign your guy's emotins? like can you empathize with her well enoguh? Is it good so far? please reveiw.
