Don't You (Forget About Me) ~ Simple Minds

Slow change may pull us apart

When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don't you forget about me


"She may never remember, Mr. and Mrs. Thompson" A doctor dressed in light blue scrubs, and a long white lab coat told my parents.

"What do you mean she may never remember?" My dad snapped.

"Well," the doctor started, "The brain is a tricky organ. Even in this day and age, the medical institution still knows very little on how the brain actually functions. I'm sorry I can't do more for you. My first advice is that you both continue on and do everything as normal as possible for her."

"I'm right here." I snapped crossing my arms over my chest. All eyes were on my for a moment, "I'm leaving." I hissed and stood up and walked out of the room.

"Leonora! I'm coming with you!" My mom stood up and followed me out.

I sighed in frustration, 'I'm not five. I've lost my memory, so what. I don't think I've lost anything.' I thought bitterly.

My father came out a few minutes later signaling it was time to leave. I followed my parents out to the car, sulking the whole way. I still did not know why I had been in the hospital. I hadn't even been home since I had woken up.

"Leonora, what do you remember?" Mother asked me casually, her voice clearly trying not to provoke a displeasing emotion.

"I remember moving to Scotland and going to school." I said shortly, "I'm fine."

When we pulled up to the house, I got out and slammed the door shut and headed to the front door. I heard my mom open the door and whisper to my dad. I could only hear parts of the conversations as I continued to move…something about taking something away and cleaning up.

"Mom!" I snapped from the front door. She closed her door before running up to unlock the door.

I immediately headed to my room. When I walked in my room was oddly spotless, but the smell of flowers lingered.

'Why would I have flowers?' I thought, 'If they were from when I was hospital why wouldn't they still be here?'. I began to walk around my room, digging and looking around different areas secretly hoping something would make me remember anything.

'But do I want to remember?' I sighed before aggressively throwing a shoe into my closet.

Thunk.

"What the?" I looked closer into the closet to see what fell.

"LET ME SEE HER!" A loud voice boomed into my room.

"Gregory! Stop! She doesn't remember anything about you!" My mom's quivering voice shouted. I could hear clutter of feet heading towards my door.

"I'm her boyfriend!" The baritone voice echoed even louder than before as he burst into the room, "Leo—"

Steel brown eyes met my blue eyes.

"Leonora, I'm sorry, I tried…" Mom blubbered. "It's okay…" I whispered my eyes never leaving the boy's eyes, "I can handle it."

"Are you sure?" She asked before moving out of my room at my agreement.

We just stared at each other for what seemed like forever. He looked like he had been crying but hadn't in a few hours. "Hi." I said awkwardly from my sitting position on the ground.

The tension filled in the rood, "…Hey." His voice cracked before moving towards me with his arms reaching out to touch me.

Unconsciously, my arms flinched up to block his moving hands. His face flashed with grief for a moment before reverting to no emotion. He sighed heavily as his body fell into the mattress.

I tore at the loose thread that was hanging off my shirt trying to ignore the painful silence.

"The flowers are gone." He mumbled.

I glanced up at him through the curls of my hair, "What flowers?" I whispered.

"We got into a fight." He sighed deeply, "A bad one. I bought you dozens of flowers to make up for it."

I hesitated, "What did we fight about?"

Gregory rubbed his face, "Iona."

"W-who is I-Iona?" I spoke.

"She is a girl at our school…we met her before she started classes."

"We go to school together?"

"Yeah."

I sighed and kept picking at the edge of my shirt. "You love that shirt. You will be upset with yourself if you ruin it." He said shortly.

"How do you know that?" I sniffed.

"I'm your boyfriend." He bit out.

"How do I know you aren't just saying that?" I snapped. I can feel my memories, but I can't access to them. It feels as if there is a seven-foot wall that is blocking my way to remember. My head started to throb.

"Am I going to waste my time by coming over here trying to make you remember if I wasn't?" He jumped up from the bed, "Why would my family come to the hospital to see if you were okay?" He barked.

I felt pressure build up in my chest. "I-I…" I couldn't breathe "Don't…know…"

"Leo?" I could hear the anger and pain disappear from his voice, "Baby, talk to me." I felt him wrap his arms around me. "Leo, Leo, Leo" His warm breath tingled against my ear.

I can hear the soft curls of water brushing against solid rocks. The smell of salty air gently fills my nose. My body moves side to side.

I'm on a boat.

'Wake up, little one.' A voice spoke to me.

"Where am I?" I said groggily as I tried to open my eyes.

'No, little one, don't open your eyes.' The voice said again, 'Do you remember little one?'

"Why…why can't I remember…?" I cried out.

'Trust in him.' The voice began to fade, it is the only way.'

I woke up to screaming. Wait, I think I am the one screaming.

"Leonora, are you okay? Wake up!"

Someone is shaking me, but I'm still screaming.

"Sweetie, open your eyes!" Mom.

My eyes snap open. All I see is white. I'm in the hospital again. "Where am I?" I spat out as I grasped at the bed sheets.

"Miss Leonora Thompson are you okay?" The Doctor. He isn't the same one from before.

"Yes." I spoke out, staring dumbstruck at him. "My head hurts…"

He nodded his head before looking at the machines whose tubes connected to me, "I'm going to give you a small dose of morphine for the pain." He signed a nurse who disappeared to get the morphine.

"Mr. and Mrs. Thompson, visiting hours are over, I apologize, but it is time that you leave." He said shortly before walking out the door.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry." My mom choked up, "I should have never let him in"

"It's okay…" I mumbled out.

"The doctor is so rude." She cried.

My dad walked over to me and kissed my head, mumbled goodnight and walked out. He is angry.

I can see the pain in Mom's eyes. "I'll be back in the morning sweetie."

The nurse came in and started to set up the IV to the morphine. She took about five minutes then smiled at me, "You should feel the morphine in a few minutes."

I smiled tightly as she walked out. The moment she closed my door, I ripped the IV out.

I bit my tongue to counter the pain of the IV being ripped out of my own skin.

I watched as the nurse flirted with the doctor before the disappeared into a backroom that lead to somewhere I don't know.

I slid out of bed, and the cold floor sent a chill up my spine. I quickly scanned the room to see if my parent's left anything behind for me…nothing. I move to the door and slowly open it. I hear nothing. I peaked out; no one is on the floor.

I walked out the door and made my way to what I believe is to the front. I spotted a small map that pointed out that there was a staircase that was closer; Less people to see me.

I start to move towards the doors when I hear a light, cheerful whistling of a young nurse doing her rounds for the night.

"Shit…" I breathe and franticly look around for a hiding spot. I see a table that is covered with a sheet and dive under that. Her sneakers squeak as she walks by not even noticing the faint trail of blood that leads right to me.

When I know she has passed, I make a mad dash for the staircase. I slam into the door of the staircase and run down the levels until I hit ground level.

The moment I am outside, I start heading to a place that I know but a place that I don't. I have no clue where I am going, but my heart knows.

It is cold in Scotland at night. I can't believe I left in just a flimsy hospital gown. With no shoes. For gods sake, I am not even wearing under garments! I must have been running for hours when I reach a house with a yellow-orange exterior color.

My feet take me to the front of the door, and I lightly knock.

No one answers. I knock louder.

No answer. I knock as loud as I can possible knock.

The door swings open. Gregory.

In his pajamas.

With no shirt on.

"Wha—Leo?"

"Uhmm…." I stare at his chest.

"Leo!" He pulls me into the warm house, "You are suppose to be in the hospital! Why are you here!" He whispers harshly.

"Uhm…"

"Leo!"

"I don't know! I didn't know where I was going! I just came here!"

He paused, "Do you remember anything?"

I hesitated, "A name…"

He waited for me to continue, "Elizabeth."

Gregory hesitated before leading me down a dark hall, "No one is suppose to be here, but I guess you are an exception."

Gregory opens the door, and I can't stop the memories.


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