Forget Me Not [Original]

Chapter 6 ✔

[Unedited]

Jen

I dreamt of brown eyes and hair. Hair that was soft, but had a mind of its own, not wanting to be tamed by a comb or brush. Eyes that held so much happiness that they seemed to be always shinning with delight and joy.

I open my eyes, relieved to find the lights off. There is no light to hurt me, or cause a headache. Thank you to whoever had the brains of turning them off.

My room is unchanged, my father sprawled out on the recliner asleep. The only difference is the numerous blankets placed at the bottom of my bed. Most of them are pale blue and white, and stacked neatly on top of each other. One or two blankets have fallen from the top, most likely from me moving around in my sleep.

The dry erase board by the T.V is plain, only telling me my assigned nurse's name, the date and a few other notes for my father written in cursive. One stands out though, written in blue compared to other black words written from my nurse most likely, and its sloppier. I can't make out the words from where I lay and because of the darkness. Curiosity gets the best of me, sparking my interest as to what it could possibly say.

I slide slowly and quietly from my bed, not wanting to wake my dad, he's had such an emotional day like I have. My bare feet meet the ice cold floor and I groan, not liking its freezing temperature. Shawn's shoes are also missing from where I had left them. I don't even have socks to shield me from the cold. Oh well.

I silently pad over to the dry erase board, reading the handwritten note addressed to me.

Jen, went to school. Will visit you after.-Shawn

Reading his short note sent warmth to my cheeks, but when is later? I glance at the analog clock above the white board, trying to read the time. The hour hand is at a little more than seven and the minute hand points to what looks like the third hash mark between the numbers three and four. 7:18. What time does he get out of school? But then again, he has his responsibilities as a student such as homework. And maybe even a girlfriend to occupy his time...

I shake my head, ignoring my headache. This is ridiculous. There's no way I could even like him, I barely know him. The idea is absurd, utterly preposterous. So what if he has a girlfriend, Shawn is just a kind and concerned person. Maybe even a friend, but nothing more.

I try to forget about the idea of Shawn having girlfriend, but I can't. I don't understand why it bothers me so much. Shawn is just an ordinary boy, he should be a stranger to me, and he mainly is one. I don't even know his favorite color.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on my door. The fogged window on the door, meant for my privacy, offers me no clue as to who it might be.

I look at my father who is still asleep on the recliner, making sure he's still in his dream state before walking over to the door.

I open the door slightly, just enough to peek out to see who it is. I'm met with a quirked brow from a tall brown-headed boy as well as some flowers and balloons saying 'get well soon' and other related titles hugged in his arms, and food? Did he buy the entire gift shop? Why did he buy anything at all?

I open the door wider, putting my index finger to my lips and pointing at my dad. He nods silently and strides in, putting the flowers and tied down balloons on the sliding table beside my bed. Shawn also places a bag of snacks on the table as well. The sound of the crinkling of the bag makes me wince, causing me to glance at my dad. He stirs restlessly in his sleep, turning on his side so he faces away from us.

I give him an are-you-serious look, but a smile soon breaks through at his recklessness. In return, I receive a smile, his nose scrunching in the process. He looks adorable when he does that, like a little boy who just got a new toy.

I glance at the flowers, which I notice are red tulips, and balloons. Why did he bring these? I didn't even think he would remember my favorite flowers...

He must've noticed the confusion sure to be stamped on my face because he asks in a hushed voice, "What?" He tilts his head to the side, his brows now meeting on his forehead.

"Uh.. Nothing." I whisper back. I don't really want to know why he thought to bring me such gifts, but the thought makes my heart warm.

I awkwardly shift on my feet, not really knowing what to say. Its not like I can tell him my complicated feelings. It would be weird, trying to explain the thought of even liking someone without any knowledge of what they're like.

"Okay, so I brought some stuff, I figured you hadn't had dinner yet, and what's better than breakfast as dinner?" Shawn spoke quietly, pulling out a box of fruity pebbles and a carton of milk. He even thought to bring a spoon, the metal clinking against the table as well as a plastic bowl.

I can't help but laugh quietly, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"What?" He asks again, smiling. His hands are thrown in the air, wanting to know what I find so amusing.

"You brought me breakfast for dinner along with metal utensils and a bowl." I say, finding the situation hilarious. I rake my hands through my hair, not really sure what to do with them.

"And ice cream!" He smiles brightly. Jeeze, does he ever not smile? I don't mind at all though. His smile is... Pretty..

I realize I'm now staring at him as he settles into the couch. Breaking through my trance, I sit down in my bed indian style, the various blankets strawn across my lap. I slide the rolling table over to me, pouring myself a bowl of cereal and adding the carton of milk. I'm about to take my first bite when I feel eyes on me.

I look up at him, lifting my brows. Why is he looking at me like that? He has a soft expression filled with different emotions that I can't quite decipher. He shakes his head, a smile tugging at his lips as he turns to continue watching the TV, an episode of Lost playing.

So much has happened. I don't even know how I ever ended up in this situation. If only I hadn't gone out of the house that day... But then I wouldn't have gotten my father back and I wouldn't have met Shawn. I don't even think I regret it, going out to town that day. That's all I know actually, I can't remember where I was, but I had to have been out of the house. Where did I go? There's not many places I would go, probably a quiet place to read. I just need to do process of elimination with the various public attractions the city has to offer. Number one is the library, I wouldn't be surprised if I went there, its a frequent visit of mine. Second, the park. Also a place to read, but I go jogging there, and sometimes to just watch the little kids play. Third, the café. Also a place I like to read. It's quiet for the most part, but the chatter of people leads me to believe that I'm not totally alone. Lastly, work at the music store. I'm not really sure if I worked that day though.

Four places I could have possibly went is all but soothing to me. I don't even know what I'm doing. For some reason I don't want the memories to come back. I don't want to know what happened to me. Knowing the unknown will hurt me and I don't want that. The amount of emotional pain I've endured in my life is only a few events, but they have drastically altered how I see the world. One more could change my point of view for the worst. Who would want to hurt an invisible girl? How the hell did anyone even notice me actually?

All of the questions run wild in my head and I can't catch them, they leave me disoriented and confused. What do I actually want?

"Hey, are you okay?" I hear.

Then I pass out, giving way to the darkness.

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(A/N): kind of a crappy chapter but I knew I had to update. I hoped you guys enojoyed anyway! Also, sorry for any typos!