A/N Sorry people, this is going to be a short chapter, but I didn't want you to have to wait that long, because of the cliff-hanger. It's going to be a sad chapter though.
Have fun.

Chapter 9 "What!"

Sam's POV

"So that's what she felt the last time he was so close." a little hesitating voice in my head said quietly.

But then, a much stronger and louder voice started screaming. "YOU KISSED THAT? You can do way better than that!"

"Freddie isn't a that," The soft voice said, sounding a bit more confident this time. This voice was probably the nicer voice of the two, while the other was probably the voice of reason. A third voice in my head began to interfere. This voice was my own.

"Freddie is sweet, and honest. He told me things that he didn't have to tell me because I can't remember, but he did it anyway. He has been there for me the whole time I lost my memory," I said to the two bickering voices in my head. It felt weird to talk this way about Freddie, but it was the truth. And then there was this piece of me… a huge piece actually. That really didn't want to believe that Freddie is being so nice to me. It keeps telling me I have to insult him or something.

"Sam, are you okay?" a very nervous Freddie asked me.

I realized I never gave a reply to his story, leaving him very nervous.

"Yes," I replied quickly.

"You're going to break my arm now," he said, in a scared tone.

"No, of course not, why should I do that! I'm really glad you told me this, even though you didn't have to because I couldn't remember any of it. But you did tell me, thanks for that," I replied.

"I think you're changing," Freddie said, with a bit hesitation in his voice.

When he said that, I felt weird. The truth was, I had no idea I was changing until he told me, because I didn't know what I was like before. This was the first time since the accident it really bugged me I lost my memory. Before I didn't really know what I missed, because I couldn't remember it. Now, I still couldn't remember, but it was really bugging me that I didn't know who "me" was. My head was giving me hints about it, but I just couldn't fit the pieces together. This puzzle was way out of my league.

I realized I was quiet for a long time again, but this time it wasn't an awkward silence. I looked into a pair of brown eyes. They looked so familiar I could swear I had seen them before. [A/N The dream, but Sam can't remember the dream.] And that did it, I even couldn't remember eyes. Big, hot tears fell down my cheeks, my whole body started shaking.

Freddie looked at me with a very worried expression on his face. "Talk to me," he said softly, while rubbing my arm with one hand, and stroking the tears out of my face with the other. I calmed down a bit and started talking, my voice still sounded shaky.

"It's just, you said I'm changing but I can't remember how I was before so I don't know if I even want to change. I don't know how to act, how to behave. I just want to be me again, the same me I was before, even though I can't remember that me." When I said it I realized how weird it sounded, but luckily Freddie understood. He pulled me into a hug and softly stroked my back, hoping to calm me down, it worked.

"Sam, I can't imagine what you're going through because I never lost my memory. But I can tell you one thing. You have to do what your head tells you to do," he whispered in my ear, breaking of the hug.

I looked up at him when he sat back in his chair. I started talking again.

"But I don't know what my head tells me to do. I can't fit the pieces together," I said, my voice sounded a bit desperate. Hmm, I didn't wanted the pity of other people, I should stop whining.

But Freddie didn't look at me as if he felt sorry; he just smiled. "Yes, you do, you can fit the pieces together. Maybe you can't solve the puzzle yet. But eventually, you will. It just takes some time."