Chapter 14

An unknown force was clenching down on the brunette's chest. He could feel his heart being ripped out of his chest and was having trouble breathing. Those four words that were uttered from her mouth were burning fire against his skin. He slowly let go of her hand and stepped back. Her expression was saying everything. She truly didn't remember him.

'Come on, Leila,' he looked at her. 'I'm Sam. Sam Witwicky?'

'I'm sorry,' she looked sympathetic. 'I don't know you.'

The brunette looked down. He wanted to cry, to scream, to break something, but he couldn't. Not here and not now. He nodded and slowly turned around. The girl had a bad feeling in her stomach. He seemed so hopeful when he looked at her and now all his hopes were ruined. Her heart sank for some odd reason when the boy left the room. She actually felt sad for a complete stranger. She quickly brushed it off and took the chance to get some rest.

Sam slowly walked through the hospital halls with his head hung low. He didn't even want to live. The only girl he had actual real feelings for had completely forgotten about him. He didn't want to think about it at the moment. He quickly got out of the hospital where Bumblebee was waiting for him in his car form. The teen stepped into the car and it drove away. There was silence in the vehicle for a long time. Bumblebee wanted to say something but he didn't know how.

They drove out of the city to where the other Autobots were waiting. All the mechanoids looked at Sam when he stepped out of the car and knew right away what was the matter. The girl was not with him and he looked quite sad, even upset. The yellow car transformed and stood beside the rest of his comrades. Sam scratched his head before turning to the mechanoids.

'She lost her memory,' he said bluntly. 'There's no way go bringing it back.'

'No…'

it was more a shock to Ironhide and Bumbelbee than anyone else. Yes, the rest were phased somewhat but not as much as them two. Sam fell silent and slowly started to walk away from the group. The last few days had been the best in his life and he shared them with the most amazing girl in the world but she would never remember one moment of it. It was ripping him up inside. He just wanted to be with her and share everything with her.

A few days passed and Leila was released from the hospital. Her brother picked her up and they drove home together. The entire ride she felt like something was wrong. There was a gap in her memory and she had no idea what she did in that time. None of her family members seemed to know. She wanted to know the reasoning behind her body being so banged up. It couldn't have been a walk in the park. Her bother came up with the situation that she was at the hotel when it was destroyed by the terrorist attacks. That was the only logical situation actually. They drove into the driveway and the girl stepped out of the car. She slowly walked towards the house, putting much thought into each step.

'Do you need any help getting upstairs?' her brother called after her.

'I'll manage.'

'Just shout if you need anything.'

'Thanks.'

She opened up the front door and stepped into an empty house. Well, it wasn't quite empty. There was furniture and pictures on the wall. It just didn't feel the same. She picked up her bag and headed up the stairs to her room. It was perfect. It was clear that her mom had been in her room and cleaned it while she was gone. There was a small welcome sign on her desk with a box of her favourite cookies.

A smile crossed her face as she sat down on her bed and opened the box of treats. She pulled out one and took a small bite. She just wasn't really that hungry. A sigh escaped her lips as she lied down on her bed. It was going to be different heading back to school. Everyone at school is going to ask her questions and she won't know how to answer them. She couldn't answer them.

'Leila,' her mother called up from downstairs. 'Would you like anything to eat?'

'I'm fine, Mom.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yes, mother.'

The house fell silent and the teen continued to lie on her bed. Nothing was coming to mind and she didn't have much to do. Finally, she sat up and walked over to her computer. In one swift move, she turned it on and got comfortable in her desk chair. The computer was working and at least a handful of people messaged her. She had no idea that so many people actually missed her during the absence. Of course, she answered Andy first.

'Hey sunshine bear,' he typed on the screen. 'You feeling better? Did the doctors treat you nicely?'

'I'm just happy I'm out of there,' she quickly typed.

'When are you planning on coming back to school? I've missed my lab partner.'

'I'm sure you have.'

'I can't wait to hear what became of that black pickup truck as well. You left me hanging.'

Leila's fingers stopped moving across the keyboard. Her eyes were locked on the last few words of Andy's last message. She took a deep breathe before continuing the conversation. She wasn't entirely there for the rest of the night. Her mind was on something else. It was like a leap into the future without knowing how she got there. After a few hours of talking to everyone, she finally decided to call it a night. She needed her rest after all.

The teen stepped into her bathroom to brush her teeth and wash up. She looked at herself in the mirror and gazed down at the scars on her body and face. They were no ordinary scars from the practices or fighting with her brothers. Something more destructive caused these marks. She placed her fingers on them and she could feel the heat from when it was originally made. Something powerful must have made them. She shook her head and walked back to her room.

She was looking through her bag that her mother brought to her when she was at the hospital. She quickly found her cell phone and noticed she had a few missed calls. Her eyes immediately set upon the caller. Sam Witwicky. It was the boy from the hospital. How could he have gotten her number? She closed her eyes and a few images flashed before her eyes. It was hard to tell what they were exactly but some how they looked familiar. She closed her cell phone and climbed into bed.