HELLO!
Disclaimer? LET' S CALL MY BIPOLAR FRIEND!
Her name is S let's just call her S
Me: HELLO BIPOLAR S!
S: Why'd ya put me here?
M: YOU NEED TO DISCLAIM!
S: No please?
M: Just do it before I make another SL chapter in wattpad
S: NO, NOT ANOTHER ONE! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!
M: Oh no you won't ;D
S: Fine, anne-cahill-39 or also known as Meg and merliah38 doesn't own 39 Clues or the poem used. Happy?
M: Yes. Thanks but I'm still gonna make an SL chappie you know
S: ok WAIT WHAT?
M: BYE!
***SKIP THE LONG BLOOD TRANSFUSION THINGY****
She was lost in a world of meaningless dreams and forgotten memories.
The Eiffel Tower. FLASH
A body of water. a lake? a sea? FLASH
An animal staring at her. FLASH
She saw a man wearing a doctor's coat looking at her with an expression she can't quite fathom. The weird thing is that the man looked a TEENY bit familiar.
Then darkness encloses over her mind.
"Where am I? Who AM I?" She asked herself.
She looked around and realized that she was in a hospital, why was she in a hospital?
She saw a piece of paper on the table beside her next to a glass of water.
She took the glass first and drank. She tried to sit up but the effort of drinking was enough to weigh her down so she lied down again.
She then reached for the paper and read it. It looked vaguely like a poem.
To my daughter,
I always loved you and your brother
A name in the sand will never last
The waves come rolling into shore high and fast.
And wash the lines away
She vaguely remembers a day at the beach. Learning how to write for the first time. Then crying whenever the waves came and washed away her lines.
But not the memories we shared that day
Where we have trod that sandy shore,
Our traces we left will be no more.
But wherever we are,
The memories will never be far.
Although I am not with you always,
Know that my love will always be true
Those memories will last forever,
Not if you have amnesia, she thought to herself.
And in them we shall always be together.
Hold them close to your heart,
And know that from your side, I never parted
Your Dad, AJT
I had tears in my eyes. So my dad was AJT? Thank Lord, someone knows I'm here.
I heard some footsteps outside my door so I wiped away my tears and hid the paper under the blanket of my hospital bed.
Then the doctor who looked familiar walked in. He smiled at me. Was that affection I saw in his eyes?
He sat down on the foot of my bed and started asking me stuff.
"Good morning, Ms. Cahill, how are you?"
"I'm fine,sir, but how do you know my name when I don't?"
"You don't remember?" His voice hinted a bit of worry.
"no,sir," She involuntarily reached into her blanket which contained the poem.
He raised his eyebrow at the move but didn't say anything.
"Well,then, I already contacted your family and let them know you'll be staying here for some time, 1 week at the most."
"OK, thank you, doctor..." She trailed off, realizing she didn't know his name.
"Artt Hur Trenn."
She smiled. Then she thought of something. "Dr. Trenn, how did I lose my memory?"
"You were hit by a truck, the driver, luckily was not the 'hit-and-run' type." He rose up to leave.
"Thank you,sir,"
"Your very welcome." He smiled and then left the room.
Second chapter everyone!
DISCLAIMER:
I don't own that poem. Taken from:
Chicken Soup for the Soul: Like Mother, Like Daughter
A Name in the Sand by:Elizabeth Stumbo (p. 202, Saying Goodbye)
(with minor changes)
K. Bye!
~Meg