"Do I know you?" He asked, flawlessly.
"No, sorry." I said quickly.
Just then, Hannah and Alice came walking back over (More like prancing, in Alice's case.) with many dresses in their arms. I walked swiftly over to them and helped them into the dressing rooms. They each had four dresses. This was going to take a while.
Three hours and six cups of coffee later
Wow.
That's all I have to describe what happened for the past three hours. But I'll get into that another time. I'm guessing you probably want to know how I know Edward. Well, I guess I'll tell you.
It started about nine years ago.
Edward and I had gone to the same high school, Latrobe Valley High School. We had known each other though, since we were toddlers. But that is another story for another time. So, where was I? Oh yes, High school.
Edward and I were high school sweethearts. We had dated for three years and it was our senior year. We did everything together. We would go to the store to pick up my mother's prescription together, we went to the park to walk his dog, Lily, together, and we even went to my friend's houses together. We were inseparable. Until that fateful day. It was the most terrible day of my life.
That day, I had to go to visit my grandmother and Edward had to stay to watch his little sister, Rosalie, so he couldn't come with me. I just knew something bad was going to happen that day. Something bad didn't happen. Something Terrible happened that day. Edward had gone on a walk with Rosalie and while walking, he tripped on a rock. It doesn't sound that bad, right? Wrong, it gets ever worse. When he fell, he hit his head in a certain place and at a certain angle. He hit the part of his brain that stores his memories and when he fell, he injured it very badly. Rosalie had screamed until some man came rushing up to her and helped her with Edward. The man called 911 on his cell phone and Edward was rushed to the hospital.
When I got home at about five o'clock, I called Edward. When he didn't answer his cell phone, I called his house. Then, Esme answered. I remember our conversation perfectly.
Flashback
"Hel-lo?" I hear Esme's voice answer shakily
"Hello Esme, Is Edward there?" I ask her. All I hear is her cries over the phone. Suddenly, I know what is wrong. I hold in a cry that threatens to escape my lips. I almost hang up when Carlisle picks up the phone.
"Honey, something's happened to Edward. He fell today and hit his head off a rock. They had to rush him to the hospital. He lost a lot of blood and the doctor's aren't sure- sure if he'll live. But they said that if he does live, he will have lost a good portion of his memory. I'm sorry honey." Now I hang up. I can't – can't listen to what happened to Edward. I collapse onto my floor and break into sobs.
Flashback
I hated myself that day. I truly did. I should have forced Edward to come with me. It might have saved him severe brain damage and saved me a broken heart. You see, even though Edward lived through his incident, he forgot a big part of his life. Mostly all the time he spent with me was what he forgot. I remember the day that I was allowed to see him like it happened yesterday.
Flashback
"Okay honey, you can go in now." The nurse tells me. She opens the door and I tentatively stick my head in the room. Now I see him. My heart aches for his touch that has been absent for many weeks. I walk inside quietly and I sit in one of the hospital chairs provided for the visitors.
I am not sure how to approach him. My heart takes control over my mind and body and I am now running to him. I bend over him and kiss him on the lips, hard. He wakes up. His eyes look all over the room, adjusting to the light and objects in it. He finally looks at me. But it is not a loving look. It is a hateful look.
"Who are you?" He almost yells at me. I look back at him in shock. How can he not know me? I am his life.
"Edward, honey, it's me. Your girlfriend. Don't you remember?" I ask him. He shakes his head then winces. "Here, let me help you with tha-"
"Don't touch me!" This time he yells. Loudly.
"Edward, babe, it's only me. I'm not going to hurt you. Just let me help yo-"
"I said, Don't touch me!" It is now a scream. The nurse comes rushing in. She sees me and walks over to me.
"Come here honey. You must leave him be now. He's tired." She tries to pull me off the bead but I stay there. I have tears falling down my face but I don't care. I am just looking into Edward's eyes, feeling his rejection and hate pour out into me.
He doesn't remember me. The cold, harmful truth settles into my heart. I lose it, right here in Edward's room. I start yelling my name at him, hoping he can remember. But he just keeps staring at me with his hateful glare. Two men rush into the room and help the nurse drag me out. I just keep yelling my name, yearning for him to remember. He yelled something at me before they shut the door.
"I hate you!" He yells at me. And then the door shuts. I feel his words sink in. I realize he doesn't want me. I fall to the floor and start to weep uncontrollably.
Flashback
After that day, I realized I had to leave. I could not live in the place where I once felt so loved anymore. That night I had packed my bags and got the heck out of there. I told my parents I loved them and hopped on the first train out of town. I ended up in Portland, Oregon. But I couldn't stay there either. It was too close, only one state away from Him. I bought a plane ticket to Pennsylvania. I went to a town called Johnstown. I have lived there now for six years. I am twenty-three and will be twenty-four in two months. Edward is twenty-four and is getting married to a twenty-two year-old. I always pictured me marrying Edward. But that dream was shattered when Edward hit his head. Sometimes, I really hate myself for leaving him. I truly do.
If you want, you can look at the pictures of some of the clothes on my profile. I hope you like this chapter. I must have written and rewritten it at least three times. I like the way it turned out and I hope you do too.
Love you,
Haliee