A/N: I forgot to put them in the first update so yeah this will have to do.
All reviews are welcome. Criticism is preferred.
The quotes at the beginning are not song lyrics (if you've read any of my other work, are you surprised?) but my own. If you steal them, I will find out.
The titles are song titles. 'Broken Angel' is Hanson song. 'Angry Angel' is a song by Imogen Heap and 'Incomplete' is a Backstreet Boys song. So credit to whoever wrote those songs.
I do not know if all O.C. girls are tall, thin with blonde hair. It just sounded poetic.
I do not know if there are characters in 'The O.C.' called Laura and Sarah. They were just names I came up with.
Incomplete
'She craves so badly for a past most would wish to forget'
'Hey, Summer!'
Summer glanced up from the pile of sweaters and saw a blonde haired girl walking towards her. She was smiling and Summer noticed that it was more genuine then most of the smiles she had seen in recent weeks. Automatically, Summer smiled in return, though hers was less genuine. It was an instant reaction. It was just a show. To show that she was still Summer. To show she was OK.
As the girl came closer, Summer racked her brain, desperately trying to think of the girl's name. There was nothing that made the girl stand out that could possibly trigger a distant memory. She looked like every other O.C. girl – tall, blonde and far too thin. Summer knew she would never remember the girl's name; all memories before the accident were gone. Even so, she clung onto the thought that maybe one day she'd see someone and know who they were.
'Hey,' Summer responded, still smiling.
'How are you?' the girl asked.
'I'm good.' Summer nodded, feeling if she pulled off the illusion she's OK, maybe someday she really will be. 'How are you?'
The girl shrugged, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Summer got a whiff of her perfume and an overpoweringly sweet concoction met her. Summer breathed it in happily. It was so sweet, so heavenly. Summer closed her eyes for a second, concentrating fully on the scent. She had to remember this smell. It had to be the key to her memory. It had to tell her who this person was. It had to be the trigger.
'School and crap,' the girl said, dragging Summer away from her thoughts. 'Nothing new. Oh, yeah, except Sarah Fawney got busted for coke last night.'
'Sarah - ?' started Summer but the girl interrupted her.
'Oh, gosh, Summer!' she gasped. 'I'm so sorry!'
Summer blinked, unsure what to say. The girl's expression had changed from bored to pitying. She smiled sadly and rested her hand on Summer's shoulder.
'You don't know who I am, do you?' she whispered.
Summer shook her head, unable to speak. She avoided looking at the girl. She couldn't stand seeing such pitying eyes. She hated the way people treated her like she was five years old. She hated that they felt so bad for her. It wasn't their fault, why should they feel so bad for her?
'You should have said. I'm so sorry I forgot.'
Summer bit her lip so she wouldn't say anything. She forgot? How could she forget that Summer had been in a coma for nearly a year? How could she forget that Summer awoke not remembering anything or anyone from her past? How could she forget that Summer had spent the last several months trying desperately to cling on to fragments of memory?
Summer kicked herself. Of course she would forget. Yes, Summer had just been in a coma but after the initial shock it would be easy to forget. Because they didn't understand. They didn't understand what Summer was going through. They didn't understand how hard it would be to forget. They didn't understand the constant feeling of being lost that Summer had. They didn't understand how incomplete she felt because she didn't know her past. They didn't understand the impact it had on her.
So, yes, it would be easy to forget when you didn't consider any of those things.
'It's OK,' Summer lied, shrugging.
The girl nodded, still giving her a sad smile. Summer resisted the urge to hit her. The smile was really beginning to irritate her.
'Hey, Laura.'
Summer looked up and saw Marissa, who was standing almost in front of Summer, as if she was protecting her. Summer cocked her head slightly, trying to see Marissa's face. By the tone of her voice, she didn't sound that pleased to see Laura.
'Hey, Marissa,' Laura replied, smiling again, though Summer noticed it was less genuine then the one she had received. 'Shopping?'
'Just getting a dress,' Marissa answered. 'And you?'
'Just talking to Summer.'
'Right.'
Marissa stepped towards Laura, who automatically took a step back. Summer backed away. She knew what Marissa was going to do, and it killed her every time hearing it. Marissa was going to "warn" Laura about Summer. Although Summer was grateful for Marissa's support, she hated the thought that Marissa felt she had to protect her. Yes, there was probably some jerks who would try to mess with Summer because she couldn't remember anything but Summer would deal with them.
Because that's what the old Summer would have done.
And the "new" Summer wanted so badly to be the Old Summer.