Chapter One:

When Charlotte came to she discovered she was in a hospital and she didn't know why. Her head pounded, a massive headache forming and her whole body felt sore. She was in pain too. Charlotte hesitantly looked around and founded she had several ivs pricked in her. She then began to panic.

"Help!" she called out to no one in particular.

She didn't think anyone would come but then something surprised her. The door slammed open and in barged in a blonde haired boy around her age. He came running to Charlotte as if she were on fire and he was here to put it out.

"Char you're awake!" he said squeezing her into a bone crushing hug.

She yelped in pain and then quickly pushed him away. He looked offended by her action and she didn't know why.

Who was he?

Why was he here?

And did he just call her Char? Who on earth is that?

Charlotte stared at the boy hoping she would receive some answers. But she didn't. All she received was worried eyes and a deep frown. Charlotte suddenly gasped. Two more people then entered the room. One was short and balding and the other was tall and looked like a Hollister model.

"Who are you guys?" she asked slightly afraid.

They were all rushing towards her with a herd of questions.

"You mean you don't recognize us?" said the blonde one with his eyebrows raised.

"Is this a joke?" questioned the tall one giving Charlotte an incredulous and unbelieving look.

"What's going on?" asked the shorter one with a thick European accent that Charlotte found difficult to comprehend.

"I think Char doesn't remember us Schwoz" said Blondie.

All of them gasped in horror. Charlotte couldn't help but to laugh because it had perfect timing. She was then blazered with strange expressions and she stopped.

"This isn't funny! Don't you get it you might have amnesia!" said the boy grabbing her by her shoulders and shaking her.

Charlotte then became scared. She didn't like how he was staring at her with such intensity in his eyes. And then there was her beating heart. It was pumping fast in her chest and she didn't know how to handle it. So Charlotte decided to take immediate action. She pushed the boy away from her and watched as he stumbled to the ground. His two friends helped him up and then threw her mean looks.

"What has gotten into you little missy?" scowled the handsome one.

At that moment, Charlotte did two stupid things. One) she ripped out the i.v.s from her arm creating nasty wounds. And two) once she finished doing that she ran like hell was out to get her. She brushed past the three people who called after her. She felt one of them chase her. Charlotte wasn't a fast runner but she willed her small legs forward more.

She rounded a corner past a couple of nurses. She didn't have a certain destination in her mind. She just had to get away. Charlotte could still feel his touch on her. It was familiar but from where? She didn't have time to answer her own question when Charlotte felt herself trip. She was falling forward, down a flight of stairs. Closing her eyes, she braced herself for the hurtful fall.

But it never came. A hand quickly grabbed hers and pulled. Charlotte was pulled backwards and engulfed into arms that held her tightly. She would recognize his feel anywhere. Charlotte slowly turned towards the blonde boy who regarded her worriedly.

"What were you thinking, Char" he questioned somewhat angrily.

She didn't know what to say. Her words were stuck in her throat, suffocating her. Charlotte escaped his comforting embrace all the while staring at him. The look he was giving her made the beat of her heart sing.

"Who are you?" her voice was small and fearful.

"My name is Henry, your best friend" he said carefully.

His name didn't ring any bells and she felt a little bad when his face dropped into sadness. Charlotte did the first thing that popped into her head and that was to comfort him. She slowly grabbed his hand, her thumb gently rubbing it. Henry looked at her and she thought she heard him gasp. But that was probably a figment of her imagination.

Charlotte may not remember anything but she was certain that she and Henry was just friends. A guy like him was way out of her league anyway.

"We should get you back" said Henry dispersing her no good thoughts.

They held hands as they walked back to the room and Charlotte was trying her hardest to still her beating heart. What is this feeling? She wondered in bewilderment. It was strange and she wanted it to stop. But she knew that whenever she was around Henry she was going to constantly be feeling this. Realizing this revelation, Charlotte snatched her hand away from him.

"Are you two okay?"

"Yeah we're fine Ray" answered Henry carefully.

Ray didn't look too convinced as he stared at the teens with a suspicious look in his eyes. Charlotte already knew that he was going to get on her nerves. She sat back down on the bed feeling a little exhausted. But she stiffened when Henry came up to her side patting her shoulder. Charlotte couldn't help it. She quickly dodged his hands not wanting to be touched. All three witnessed this.

"What's wrong with her?" asked Ray shocked.

"I think she doesn't remember me or anyone else" whispered Henry sadly.

Charlotte then received the urge to hug him but fought against it.

There was a light knock on the door and walked in a man dressed in a white lab coat carrying a clipboard. He was average height and wore glasses that were perched on the tip of his nose. He stared at all of them and then focused his stern stare on Charlotte herself.

"You must be the doctor! Can you tell us what's wrong with Char?" questioned Henry rapidly his words almost sounding like a blur.

The doctor smiled kindly at him and flipped a few papers on his clipboard.

"Well she has a slight concussion but seems to have suffer a heavy dosage of amnesia. There isn't anything that we can do about that. We just have to give her time to heal and she will eventually remember everything again"

"Really?" there was a spark of hope in Henry's voice.

The doctor nodded his head. Henry turned to Charlotte smiling from ear to ear. She stared at him emotionless until he once again grabbed her hands.

"I'm going to make you remember me Char just wait and see"

Charlotte grimaced obviously not believing him. But she didn't say anything because she didn't want to rain on his parade. He looked so determined and hopeful. Henry's grip became tighter as he leaned to ear and muttered "I promise I won't give up on you"