Chloe's POV

Surrounding me was nothing. I couldn't describe the feeling in this place. I felt like a fish out of water, but I still somehow had enough water to live. It didn't make sense but then again nothing did. I didn't remember anything. Why was I here? Was I dead? Who am I?






My thoughts were interrupted by a bright light in this cold darkness. Curiosity got the best of me as I floated towards it. Once I got close enough I saw a woman standing on the other side of the light. She had light blonde hair, dark green eyes, pink plump lips, a sharp nose, high cheekbones and a slim figure. She was absolutely stunning. She gave me a sad smile before shaking her head. Before I could ask her what she meant by that I was sucked back into the dark abyss.

I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting them to the light coming from above me. This light was different from the one I saw before. This light was prosthetic, fake. The other light was warm, glowing, comforting. Eventually the light wasn't too bad to handle. I shifted under the stiff blanket that was covering me. I took in my surroundings. I was definitely in a hospital. But why? Did I cut too deep this time? Ugh Linda was gonna have my head for this! How long had I been in here? What day was it? Shit I was so grounded for like ever. My heartbeat quickened and I swear I could hear it beeping. That's when a nurse walked in.


"Oh dear! You're awake! Let me go call the doctor," she scurried out of the room. The door hadn't closed all the way when she reappeared with a man next to her. His eyes went wide when he saw me.

"Impossible," he whispered softly. A little louder he said, "Chloe dear how are you feeling?"

I cocked my head to the side, I remembered my name was Chloe. "Everything hurts. Why am I in such pain?"

The nurse and doctor nodded their heads in unison. The Doctor spoke up again, "You were in a really bad head on collision. We didn't expect you to wake so easily being you we're the driver and the only person in the car."


I shook my head, desperately trying to find something in my head about the accident but I kept drawing a blank. I shook my head and shrugged, "That's impossible. I don't even have a car or my license. How could I have been driving?" My voice was coming out hoarse and cracked. Tears slid down my face. Frustration coursed through me. Why couldn't I remember what had happened? For fucks sake why couldn't I remember anything about an accident? I slammed my fists down and groaned. The only thing I could think about was how I wasn't supposed to be here. I looked at the clock. I was supposed to be getting out of school and getting ready for tonight's show. Why was I even driving? Linda always picked us up from school.



The doctor flipped through the pages he held in his hand, "Chloe how old do you think you are?" I wasn't sure why he asked but he did. I mean didn't he have my records in his hands? He should know my age. Instead of questioning him I shrugged.

"I just turned 18 two weeks ago." His eyes went a little wide before excusing himself from the room. Moments later he walked back in with a newspaper and more papers.



He handed me the newspaper first. "Chloe, honey, it's 2012, you're 23 years old. You probably don't remember because you hit your head really hard during the collision. Do you remember where you live?"

My mind was racing as I stared at the newspaper in my hands. They started to shake. Tears poured onto the page, soaking it in confusion. I looked desperately at the doctor, "Will I ever remember the past five years?" I was really worried. Did I still live with Linda and Lydia? Or did I miraculously make it out of Hagerstown?

The doctor shook his head slightly, "I won't know until I run more tests on you Chloe. I know you probably don't know but you're in Baltimore, you live here according to your file."

So I did make it out of Hagerstown. I shook my head again. "When exactly can you run these tests doc?"

"Right away, right now if you're up to it?"

"I'm up for it. I want to remember. Hey doc what day is it?" I asked curiously. Since it wasn't the date I thought it was when I first woke up it couldn't hurt to know the actual day it was.

"January 18, 2012. Wednesday," he said simply. I nodded my head as he called the nurse to help me get ready for the tests on my brain.

"Alright Chloe I've got some good news and some not so good news," the doctor said after an hour waiting for the results. It took about 45 minutes to complete the necessary tests. "Which do you want to hear first?"

I shrugged, "The not so good I guess, best to get it out of the way."

"Alright. Well the truth of the matter is there's no way to tell when your memory will come back. It could be tomorrow, it could be next month, the next three months or even the next year." I gulped. A year? How was I supposed to go another year without knowing about those five years I can't remember?



"And the good news?" I whispered quietly.

He smiled at me, "The good news is you will most definitely get your memory back. You just have to be a little patient. They may come back randomly so we've prescribed you some pain medication to deal with the migraines. We're allowing you to stay here one more night because we cannot get a hold of your mother but when she gets here you'll be released. Goodbye now Chloe. The nurse will be checking in on you soon." And with that he exited the room, leaving me with my thoughts.





I threw my head back down on the pillow, ignoring how uncomfortable and stuff it was. I sighed heavily, trying to get myself calmer, calm enough to focus. Maybe if I focused on what those five years could've been then I should be able to get my memory back quicker.




Suddenly a memory hit me hard causing me to snap open my eyes, gasping for air.




















Today was my birthday again. I dreaded my birthday every year since I turned 18. He never failed to show. Always on my birthday he'd make his grand appearance, limo and all the perks. He'd take me away for as long as I was old. Today I was 20. Twenty days with this man. My head snapped up, my long fake lashes making it hard to keep them wide open but open enough to see his sinister grin and arrogant demeanor. His grimy hands reached out for mine. I took it hesitantly, adjusting my outfit as I stood up slowly. My heels clicked on the ground as he pulled me in for a rough kiss. I stood there frozen, not responding, feeling numb. He smirked at me as he led me outside to his limo. We drove off and arrived to his cabin just outside of Maryland. He carried my already limp body into his room, closing and locking the door behind him as he threw me on the bed and did what he did best. I lay there, not uttering a sound, wishing with all of my might to be anywhere but here.





















I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face. Luke. Why did he have to be the first memory I get back? That was the last thing I wanted to remember. My shoulders slumped as I sobbed violently, causing the bed to shake. Did I even get away from him? Oh god please let me be with someone else. Please let my mind finally open up my heart to someone to wash away his foul memory.














I kept on wishing until I fell asleep where I remembered a lot more of my past and a lot more of Luke.

Notes

Yay finally another chapter! :D So Chloe's past will finally start to unravel.

In other words, shit is about to go DOWN.

What happened with Alex saying he's Chloe's boyfriend? Hm what will happen with that? ;D haha

ILY GUYS <3