Wrong way
Chapter 4- Amnesia
Annabelle’s POV
She grinned evilly at me. “I don’t love him. Never have. You were a mistake that I regret deeply”. Each word felt like a slap. I felt tears building up in my eyes but refused to let them fall. “I now have my new family and nothing you say will change that”. “She is a child she needs her mother, Chris, please” he begged tears streaming down his face. “Why do you care anyway? She is not even your daughter...” she slapped a hand over her mouth realising the weight of what she had just said. She turned to look at me, all the coldness gone from her eyes leaving guilt and remorse. “No” I whispered. “NO” I yelled. I turned on my heels and ran as fast as, my feet would carry me. Before I knew it I found myself at the park. I sat on the swing and cried my eyes out. I cried for hours until I thought I had no more tears left. Finally I stopped and saw an extended hand holding a tissue. I took it and smiled at the boy. I froze as I saw who it was. His emerald green eyes were redder than usual making it seem as if he had just finished crying. It was his fault. If it wasn’t for him mum would still love me. He reached out for me and I stepped back. “It’s your fault Hazza. I hate you”. I ran into the street ignoring him calling my name. I didn’t hear the engine. I didn’t see the car coming. His emerald eyes were the last thing I saw before it all went black.
I woke up sweating golf balls. I had been having this dream recently. I believe that you are very confused right now. My name is Annabelle and at the age of 10 I was involved in an accident which resulted with me losing my memory. This dream is all I have left of my life before the accident. At the hospital I woke up after 2 weeks of being in a coma and when I realised that I didn’t remember anything I was told that I was suffering from amnesia. I had no one and that’s when I was adopted by Alex’s parents. They have been my family since. At the age of 15 I was told that I had been adopted. I didn’t take it badly. Guess I always knew because of how different me and my family were but I got blood that ain’t family and family that ain’t blood. I have told only one person about this and that person is Alex. Whenever I try and focus on one of the details of the dream I end up with very bad headaches. To try and find more people I started working at the local Starbucks and I love it there. People don’t know about my past and I don’t intend in changing this fact yet.
Today I was working on my shift when two men walked in. The taller of the two was wearing dark shades and a grey beanie .While the shortest was also wearing shades but didn’t have a beanie. I realised I was staring at them. “Good morning sirs. Welcome to Starbucks what would you like? “They passed me a piece of paper with their order written on it. I raised one of my eyebrows but they didn’t speak so said nothing. “What’s your name sir?” I asked the taller of the two. He shook his head. Guess he didn’t want his name on the cup. I looked at the other man but he shook his head as well. I gave them their order and their receipt. Two can play the same game I thought. The short man smiled. As they were about to pay the tall man’s phone buzzed causing his macchiato to spill over me. I groaned. “Hazza!” the other man scolded. “It's okay” I tried to reassure them. Wait what? Did he just say Hazza? OH MY FREAKING GOD!!!!
She grinned evilly at me. “I don’t love him. Never have. You were a mistake that I regret deeply”. Each word felt like a slap. I felt tears building up in my eyes but refused to let them fall. “I now have my new family and nothing you say will change that”. “She is a child she needs her mother, Chris, please” he begged tears streaming down his face. “Why do you care anyway? She is not even your daughter...” she slapped a hand over her mouth realising the weight of what she had just said. She turned to look at me, all the coldness gone from her eyes leaving guilt and remorse. “No” I whispered. “NO” I yelled. I turned on my heels and ran as fast as, my feet would carry me. Before I knew it I found myself at the park. I sat on the swing and cried my eyes out. I cried for hours until I thought I had no more tears left. Finally I stopped and saw an extended hand holding a tissue. I took it and smiled at the boy. I froze as I saw who it was. His emerald green eyes were redder than usual making it seem as if he had just finished crying. It was his fault. If it wasn’t for him mum would still love me. He reached out for me and I stepped back. “It’s your fault Hazza. I hate you”. I ran into the street ignoring him calling my name. I didn’t hear the engine. I didn’t see the car coming. His emerald eyes were the last thing I saw before it all went black.
I woke up sweating golf balls. I had been having this dream recently. I believe that you are very confused right now. My name is Annabelle and at the age of 10 I was involved in an accident which resulted with me losing my memory. This dream is all I have left of my life before the accident. At the hospital I woke up after 2 weeks of being in a coma and when I realised that I didn’t remember anything I was told that I was suffering from amnesia. I had no one and that’s when I was adopted by Alex’s parents. They have been my family since. At the age of 15 I was told that I had been adopted. I didn’t take it badly. Guess I always knew because of how different me and my family were but I got blood that ain’t family and family that ain’t blood. I have told only one person about this and that person is Alex. Whenever I try and focus on one of the details of the dream I end up with very bad headaches. To try and find more people I started working at the local Starbucks and I love it there. People don’t know about my past and I don’t intend in changing this fact yet.
Today I was working on my shift when two men walked in. The taller of the two was wearing dark shades and a grey beanie .While the shortest was also wearing shades but didn’t have a beanie. I realised I was staring at them. “Good morning sirs. Welcome to Starbucks what would you like? “They passed me a piece of paper with their order written on it. I raised one of my eyebrows but they didn’t speak so said nothing. “What’s your name sir?” I asked the taller of the two. He shook his head. Guess he didn’t want his name on the cup. I looked at the other man but he shook his head as well. I gave them their order and their receipt. Two can play the same game I thought. The short man smiled. As they were about to pay the tall man’s phone buzzed causing his macchiato to spill over me. I groaned. “Hazza!” the other man scolded. “It's okay” I tried to reassure them. Wait what? Did he just say Hazza? OH MY FREAKING GOD!!!!
Notes
I know you probably hate me for not updating in so long but I hope that this chapter is of your liking. Sos anyway. Love ya xx
P.s might update tomorrow no promises though x
