The Bad Boy Is My Neighbor

Chapter Twenty Seven

NOT EDITED BECAUSE I KNOW YOU GUYS WANT TO READ IT BADLY SO SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES DON'T JUDGE NO ONE IS PERFECT

Copyright © 2013 by Mishoushou
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I know what your thinking. Oh I sure do know what your thinking. But no, it didn't happen. I didn't magically get kissed by a man whom supposedly loves me and get my memory back. No, it didn't happen. But what happened was that we were dating now, not boyfriend and girlfriend, but a few kisses here and there.

Even though I was on a hospital bed looking like a mess, Hunter would insist that I still look beautiful. He told me stories about things that happened between us before the accident. Little by little, my memory was coming back. It's a slow process which I was willing to wait for, so was Hunter.

I am --since a long time-- happy. Hunter was out getting "something" and I had a surprise for him. He didn't know about it and I have been so eager to show him. I have been doing this on my own, and I am very proud of myself.

Hunter will be back in a few and I need to be prepared. Shifting to the other side of the bed, I took upon the bottle of water and a capsule full of pills; 6 of them. This is absolute torture if you asked me. I mean who would like to swallow six pills every four hours? I swear these pills are toxic! They mess with my emotions and I feel as if they were the problem all this time. As if it wasn't me yelling all the time. As if I wasn't in control of my emotions. Every now and then, I wake up in the middle of the night scared, mad, crying senseless. I wouldn't know what to do if it wasn't for Hunter holding me tightly in his arms reminding me that it's ok. I know it's cliché, but it's very true.

After two weeks of nightmares and constant screaming, I didn't believe it when they told me that it was something triggering my nervous system. I wasn't that stupid to believe them. It was the pills, those stupid pills. I stared at them with hatred and disgust. Hunter give them to me because he knew that I wouldn't take them by myself. Luckily he wasn't here.

Slowly lifting up the capsule, I dropped the pills in the bin. Drunk half of the bottle of water, leaving no evidence behind. This was an experiment that I had to do for myself, lets see if I would wake up screaming tonight. If I do then the doctors were right. If not, I was right this whole time.

There's something I have been keeping from Hunter. It's something bad. Really bad. Someone has been watching me. I don't know how to tell Hunter. I don't want to tell Hunter. But it's been getting worse. The person, he or she, has been getting closer. I often find my blinds open, Hunter says that he's the one that leaves them on. I'm not stupid, nor is he. I know he wouldn't leave the blinds open twice let along five times.

I shiver just thinking about the icy cold wind, that's how I knew the person was watching me. The wind would always be icy cold. It's like I was in a horror movie, but this is real life. Sad to say that I couldn't do anything about it. With no memory of whom I have known for the past four years, I didn't have a clue on who is was. I was hopeless. Defeated.

Lighting up my left foot, I took my first step. Holding on to the bed. It's been my first step since two weeks! Two whole weeks! Left, right. Left right, I constantly repeated in my head. Heading up to the blinds, I slowly took a peek. Every thing was a slow process with me, eat slowly, talk slowly, taking a bath was even worse, brushing my teeth, lifting up my legs, arms. It seemed as if I would never get better. Hunter was heading up, I could see him coming. Aww he brought flowers, he's so sweet.

Turning around slowly to get to the other side of the bed, an unknown figure stood in front of me. Yes very unknown, it was a man. I could tell by his posture. He was wearing all black. How did he get in here? You need a card to get in here. Since my accident was a sabotage, my parents inspired in this.