Disclaimer TIME
Shane: I don't remember what to do...
Me: Just say I don't own anything
Shane: but you just did
Me: UHHHHH!
Shane: I'm sorry.
Me: Turn around and all will be forgiven.
Shane (turns around)
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..:Shane:..
Chapter 21
She sounded like a dying cow
"Alright...Well...who's she?" Dr. Ketchup was stunned. He pointed to old lady.
"Mrs. Gray."
"How do you know her?"
"Not sure." I tried to remember. I know she was someone important. I tried squinting but nothing explaining who this whimpering lady was.
"MY BABY DOESN'T REMEMBER ME!" She screamed then she leaned on the other woman's shoulder.
"Mrs. Gray it's ok. It's ok. He has 24-hour amnesia. He has a concussion. He will remember you soon. There are only a few cases that people completely lost their memory." She cried even louder. She made a sound that sounded like a dying cow. "But most of the time it's less than 24 hours. Don't worry...your son will be just fine." He smiled. ...She's my mother. That explains a lot. He took ...my mom outside. The man and the other woman followed. Jason and curly ran out the door. Honey stayed behind. She walked towards my bed.
"..." She stood there in silence. "...You don't remember...anything?" The TV began to play with the muffled audio
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Does your voice sound better out here?
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Shane I was here to flush you...
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You're the voice I-
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I'll throw you in! Don't think I won't
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"No. I do remember some things...but I just can't remember them clearly. It's like watching TV without contacts and the volume low." I told her honestly. Something told me, I wasn't an honest person.
"So...how do you know your name?"
"I heard ...my mom...I guess...say it."
"You don't remember...me do you?"
"Did you tell me you were going to flush me?"
"Yes."
"I remember some things about you. Your name's Honey right?" She giggled. It sounded like bells chiming.
"No. it's Mitchie."
"Itchy. Huh. Weird name."
"Mitchie! Not Itchy." She giggled again.
"Mitchie...that's pretty...better than itchy." She giggled again.
"Yeah definitely better than itchy!" She agreed. She smiled again.
"Do you sing?" I asked, when she became silent again.
"Yes. I do...Do you remember Camp Rock?" She looked hopeful.
This is real
This is me
I'm exactly where
I'm suppose-
That's the first continuing memory I've had with out flipping channels.
"No" Her face fell. I tried to save her smile.
"Did you sing for me?"
"Yes." Her face rose a little.
"Could you again?" She looked down. "Please." I smiled when she looked at my face. She seemed ashamed.
"Fine." She grunted.
"This is re-" She began to sing. I was hoping to rekindle some memories. Then, it hit me...She was the girl who sang that song I kept hearing.
"Mitchie! It's time to go, honey." The other woman called after her. Her mother opened the door just slightly enough to have her face stick in.
"Alright mom!"
"Shane I hope you feel better." Her mom said. She went over and picked her purse of the couch.
"Shane...yeah...I hope your memory comes back." She came over and hugged me. For the first time I realized I was connected to wires. When I tried to hug her back, I couldn't lift my arms all the way. The TV turned on. This time it as a little more clear.
This is meeee!
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you.
I gotta find you.
I sang with her. I sang at a Jam. Ending Jam. Singing Jam. Last Jam. What was it? I snapped back into reality.
She looked at me. She watched me carefully, then she turned around, walked a few steps, and stopped. She mumbled
"Bye Shane" Then she whispered "...I love you." I don't think I was supposed to hear the last part but I did. She began to walk to her mother. Then, they closed the door and left. I heard their footsteps leave my door.
I think, my memory left with her.
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