Santana's POV (Ch 1 pt 5)
"Nothing!? She remembers nothing?" You could see my chest going in and out crushing my heart slowly every time. "I'm sorry.. Maybe you can be friends
sometime again." Her mom half smiled and walked. No. No. This isn't real. The bell rang and everyone scurried to their class but me. I just slid on the back of
the lockers and fell to the ground. She forgot everything... The fairies. I sat there against the lockers and remembered all the years I'd climb to the top of that
hill, all those years and sit there alone. Waiting for the fairies to send me a sign or a signal that she was ok. They never did. For 9 years. I waited. Alone.
Things got worse every year. My father got hooked on drugs and drinking...abusing. My mom lost hope in things ever getting better. Hope is the only thing I
have left. I took a second to realize I was bawling in the hallway. I stood up and thought for a second. I looked left and looked right. It was unclear at first but
Brittany and her mom were walking down the hall with Figgins. I acted as if I was getting something from my locker and watched Brittany go into her
classroom, Figgins and her mother said goodbye. Right as her mom started to walk away. It hit. Hope hit me. "Wait!" I ran after her. Her head popped up.
"Yes?" she was confused. "What did the doctors say?" I wiped my face trying to hide the years. "Wh-what do you mean?" she asked. "When she lost her
memory, what. Did. They. Say" I said slightly demanding "They said it's amnesia, her memory is most likely never coming back." She said still confused. "They
most likely?" I asked. That means it's not impossible. "Santana, we've given up hope on her ever. Ever. Remembering. We've tried." Her mom said shaking her
head. "Just because you've given up hope doesn't mean I have". If there's a chance of me getting her memory back, I'm taking that chance.