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Hello!!!: Don't worry. That dream will be finished. And the fact that Freddie hated that dream so much that he was able to wake himself up showed that it was really important. And don't worry. Whitney hasn't made his last apperance. And I will give you a shout out in his next chapter. And just for you. TWO Bloody Maries. ^^
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Chapter Thirty-Six: Lightening Crash
I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't function. I can't do a thing. All because of her. Heather...Heather…Heather…That's all I can think of is her. And all I can see is her in the hospital bed.
I shoved another sleep medication pill down my throat as I approached a stoplight. I haven't slept in days. Hopefully, by the time I got home I would be near sleep. I had worked all night at the school, catching up on some over due papers. Since Heather quit, I had to scramble around to find a replacement. I hired some eighteen-year-old brat, but she had to do until I could convince Heather to come back. But now, after all this time, I do not think that she is coming back.
I called her constantly, but she refused to talk to me. She said that she wasn't ever going to come back and that she was going to college. College! To…to become a marine biologist! I asked her, "Since when do you care about water animals?" She just laughed and hung up on me. I then remembered the "Save The Dolphins" bumper sticker she had on her car. And the star fish earrings she wore every Friday. So many clues, but I was indifferent to all of them.
Am I really that self-absorbed that I know nothing about the woman I love?
I drove down the road ten miles over the speed limit. My eyes started being hazy and I was so grateful for this...To sleep…But I was driving, I can't be sleeping….See, Heather, if you were here, then you would be driving me…this is all your fault…Heather, Heather….You would drive me home from a late night at work. You would make sure I got home okay because you were so concerned…
I called her house phone earlier today and a man answered. It turned out to be her brother, but I was so…so angry at the idea that another man was with her that I made countless threats against his life at least twelve times before he gave her the phone. Heather, Heather, Heather, why do you call me irrational? Please, stop yelling at me, I'm trying to drive.
Colors started blurring, but it was okay. I only had a few miles left. I could do this…I…can…do…this….
CRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Oh my God! What happened?!"
"He just ran a red light….I'm sorry! I didn't mean to run into him!"
"Someone call 9-1-1!"
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Does he look okay? He's bleeding out of his ears!"
"Oh God! I killed him!"
"He's got a pulse….Where's that ambulance?!"
The last thing I hear is a siren.
I wake up to the sound of monitors beating. I opened my eyes and looked around. My head hurt, I noticed before I could take in any surroundings. I was in a colorless hospital room with IVs stuck up my arm. I sat up and rubbed my head, trying to stop the pounding pain that continued to assault my cranium. I heard the door open and a woman walked into the room.
She was a pretty woman. She had beautiful strawberry blond hair and sweet green eyes that were wide with emotion. She had a nice full body, but it wasn't like she was fat or anything. She wore a red shirt with a cute pink skirt that went down to her knees. She looked really sad. Why was she crying? She's going to smudge her mascara.
"Oh God! You're alive!" She cried out as she ran over to me and hugged me tightly, "Oh God, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault…I should have been driving…I'm so sorry…" She then pulled away from me and asked, "So, how are you feeling? Do you want me to get a doctor? Do you need some pain medication?" I answered, in the order of the questions, "I'm fine. No. No." She stared at me and asked, "Are you sure?" I nodded, slowly, "Yeah…I'm fine…" She put her hand on my head, which I noticed was covered in bandages, "The doctors say that your head bounced against the steering wheel and the ceiling of the car. You have some brain damage, but the doctor will be able to explain it better…" I nodded slowly, trying to take this in. I then asked her a question.
"Do I know you?"
She looked at me for the longest time, an expression of disbelief in her eyes, "It's me…Heather…Don't you remember?" I blinked a few times and shook my head, "No…I don't…I don't remember you." She looked closer at me and asked, "Do…do you remember who you are?" I was about to answer when I realized I didn't, "I don't know…No…I can't think of my name. I can't remember anything…" She put her hands over her mouth as she backed away, "You don't remember…anything?" I shook my head, "No. Nothing…Who am I?" She stared at me as she put her hands down, "Your name is Nevel Papperman." I laughed slightly, "Come on, really, what's my name?" What kind of mother would name their child Nevel? "Nevel Papperman," Heather repeated.
I sighed at that, "Oh…Well…Who are you then? My wife?" Heather sighed at that as she smiled, "No…I'm your secretary…Well "was" would be a more appropriate word…" I raised my eyebrow, "'Was'?" Heather shook her head, "It doesn't matter, because I'm not going to leave your side ever again." She walked over to me and knelt down beside the hospital bed as she took my head, "Never…" I smiled slightly, "Are all my friends like you?" Heather frowned slightly as she said, "Well, not really….You don't have a lot of friends." I sighed at that, "Ah…I see….Family?" Heather shook her head once again, "None." I looked at her, "So…you're the only one that cares that I'm here?" She looked at me and shrugged, "Well, kind of…You're not that…People don't really see you as pleasant…."
I frowned, "Oh…I see…" I decided to change the subject, "Well…Heather…Since you are my secretary, you must what I do for a living." Heather nodded, "Yes…You are the headmaster at a school. The Carly Shay Academy." She paused and I wondered why. She then continued, "You were driving home from work when you ran a red light….The doctors said you had twice the normal amount of aspirin and sleep medication in your system. He's surprised that you aren't suffering from any other side effects."
Heather was quiet as she looked at me, she then looked down. "Heather?" I asked, "Are you okay?" She whispered, "You…you don't remember…anything…" I stared at her and put her hand on her chin and moved it up so that she was looking at me. "Did I do something to you?" I asked, looking at her. Why else would she be so distraught that I lost my memory?
She sighed as she said, "It's nothing, Mr. Papperman…Nothing." She stood up and walked away from me, "I'll tell the doctor that you're awake…If he says that it's fine for you to leave, I'll drive you home." She left the room without another word. I sighed as I laid back down, wondering what was going on.
I racked my brain, searching for anything. Anything at all that could give me a clue about who I was. What sort of person am I? What was my childhood like? Love life? Work? Friends? Family? What things have I done right? What things have I done wrong?
As I scrambled around for a memory, the doctor came into the room. I didn't really pay attention to him. He just talked about the car accident and my brain injuries. He says that he'll have to keep me under observation for the next twenty-four hours. That way he can get a clear idea on if and when I'll get my memory back. He left the room after half an hour. My head still hurt and all I wanted to do was sleep. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I was in a courthouse. It was chilly. I pulled on my jacket as I walked down the halls. The doors to one courtroom burst opened and I saw a young blonde haired woman run out, cheering. She danced around in a happy manner, saying over and over again, "Not guilty! Not guilty! Not guilty!" She then saw me and ran over to me. She hugged me, instantly, "I couldn't have done this without you." She smiled as she slipped something into my jacket pocket. As she walked away, I went to see what it was. It was cash. Over two hundred dollars in cash was in my pocket. I felt myself smirk and I was about to leave the courthouse when at the corner of my eye I noticed two people leave the courtroom. One was a thin dark haired girl and the other was a brown haired geeky looking boy.
I watched them as they left. The girl looked at the boy and started out, "I'm sor-" He cut her off as he turned to her. He said, coldly, "Drop dead." He stuffed his hands in his pocket as he walked out of the courthouse. I had walked over to the girl and said, with a voice covered in false concern, "Oh, forget about him…He is going to get what he deserves." She glared at me, "I know what you did…" I just laughed, "Oh, I scoff at your accusation. Scoff, my dear." She replied, her voice like ice, "You have some nerve to come here." I just smirked as I put my hand on her shoulder, "Perhaps you should have accepted my offer." She pulled away and ran off. I watched her leave as I laughed.
I woke up, wondering what that was all about. I remember the dream in so much detail…Like it was a memory. Maybe it was a memory.
The only memory I have. Now, why out of all my memories is that the one that I kept? What was so important about that memory? Was it important at all? I don't understand…
Yes, it's shorter than the last chapter...I figured it's a good balance. ^^