Until we meet again

“Darcy, Darcy! You got to wake up. Darcy! WAKE UP!”. I woke up feeling lightheaded and feeling my heart pounding, wanting to get off my chest. I didn’t know what just happened and why was that voice felt so familiar to me. I stood in the edge of the bed waiting until I felt better. I turned my head and saw a camera in my nightstand with a letter that said: - “When you wake up, please see these videos and before you go to bed record what you did in that day. This will help me not to mess up each day until I get better, hopefully. Darcy Marie Taylor Smith 19 years old” As I read the note, I started to play the videos. I saw myself telling me how she got a C in math class because I couldn’t remember the equations. I went ahead to talk about this cute boy that helped me in my classes and how his ex-girlfriend who was one of the popular girls, hated that I was hanging out with his “boyfriend” like she thinks they are. Then I saw myself crying because I had to always remind myself that my parents gave up on me and kicked me out of their lives due to my amnesia, and how they couldn’t take it anymore that I was just a burden to them. And I went on telling myself that I must be strong each day, even if I don’t remember who I am, what happened to me or why I had to try and survive by myself all alone. - “Right now, I really wish to be normal and just stop always remind me of who I am each day. You are not a burden, you deserve to be happy even if it just to painful for a day, every day, to the point that I won’t even remember and have to remind me that. Just be happy, you aren’t a freak.” I stopped the video and went to get ready for school not having a clue what will happen this day. I took the bus to school, and I was just seeing through the window how kids were playing with their parents, and how a guy surprises a girl with flowers. I felt sad and envy because it reminded me how I could never have a regular life. Once the bus arrived, I got out and went to my locker, once I opened my locker a note felt off to the ground. I picked it up and it read my name on it. I opened and started to read it. - “You may think this is cliché or might not know what cliché is but, I wanted to speak with you in private. Look for a flower drawing next to biology class and meet me there in the room.” Anonymous I was a bit confuse because who was the person who wrote it? is it a good idea to go? I was curious like, why not and find out who it is. As I passed biology class, I felt someone’s hand pushing me towards the stairs in front of the classroom. I felt as I was in slow motion falling down the stairs and the next thing, I remember was a loud “thump” and someone’s hands grabbing me. I don’t remember much but I did hear some beeping sounds and a guy’s voice, a familiar voice. I opened my eyes and… - “Logan?” He was shocked when I said his name. - “You remember me, Darcy?”, he said in a confused sound. - “No, but I saw you in my videos, well actually my diary videos to remind everything since I started to have the amnesia and I saw you, well us together laughing but then I didn’t say anything about you before the amnesia” - “Oh...” his voice sounded broken. - “Did you bring me to the nurse?” - “Yes, I did I was worried about you” - “Thank You”, something about him made me curious and at peace. - “Well, I have to go know hope you feel better Darcy.” - “Thanks again Logan, see you tomorrow?” - “Sure, hopefully not again in the nurse”, he joked and gave me a smile and left. The nurse came to check up on me and send me home to rest. As I was on my way home, I received a text from an anonymous person. - “You got lucky, but I will make sure next time you don’t wake up from the fall” I got scared about that text message and I felt I couldn’t breathe and my head starting spinning. When I arrive home, I rushed to my bedroom and locked my house to make sure I was safe. I turned my camera and started to record everything that happened this day, hopefully I can try and get Logan’s help and find who did this to me. I got ready to go to sleep, I just hope I can remember and get my life back. “Darcy, Darcy! You got to wake up. Darcy! WAKE UP!”. I woke up feeling lightheaded and feeling my heart pounding, wanting to get off my chest. Something felt weird, I felt as it was some kind of déjà vu. I turned my head and saw a camera in my nightstand, and I was curious about it, I turned the camera on and saw myself crying, telling myself that I might be in danger. As I finished seeing the video, I hear a loud knock on the door. I got up quickly and when I opened the door I froze when I saw Logan covered in blood on the entrance of my door. I looked at him helped him get up, as he stumbles to get up, I rushed him inside of my house. He looked beat up badly, I laid him down in the couch and went to get some bandages and alcohol to clean up his wounds. As I was cleaning his face I notice a scar near his neck, I lean to see it but got pulled by his arms. I notice he was conscious, and he was hugging me and sobbing softly. - “Thank you for helping me Darcy”, he said with a raspy voice. - “What happened to you?”, I said as I got out of his hug. - “I don’t remember much, but it happened yesterday right after I left you in the nurse”, he turned to looked at me. I felt sorry for him and why would someone do this to him, I started to clean up his face and helped him get up and guide him to the showers. I was glad it was Saturday, and we didn’t have class until next week. I gave him some towels and I was about to get his clothes in the laundry when I hear. - “Don’t leave me Darcy, stay by the door please.” - “I’m just going to clean your clothes, or you want to use some pink pajamas?”, I joked a bit to try and cheer him. - “Well true”, he tried to laugh but he groaned due to the injuries. - “Want to go to the hospital? You are hurt badly Logan you need medical attention.” - “No, its not so bad.”, he got out of the shower and opened the door. - “Ah! What are you doing? Let me clean your clothes, go back in the shower.”, I pushed him back in the bathroom feeling embarrassed because I saw him almost naked. I went to clean his clothes and brought him my pink pajamas with mushrooms design in it to Logan. - “Here you go.”, I opened the door a bit and handed him the pajamas while covering my eyes. - “You were not kidding about the pink pajamas.”, he laughed while he took the pajamas. - “Don’t judge my clothes.”, I laugh as I saw him in my pajamas. - “You looked like a Call of duty guy mixed with a barbie doll all beat up.”, I laughed while looking at him. - “Oh, shut up, I totally rock this look.”, he laughed while looking at the mirror. - “Come on barbie boy, I’m going to make you something to eat.” We headed to the kitchen and went and started to make breakfast. - “You really don’t remember what happened or who did it?” - “No, I didn’t saw who did it.” - “Does it still hurt?” - “If I don’t laugh much, it doesn’t hurt as much as you think.” - “I’m glad you are ok despite being this hurt and beat up. In part I was wanting to talk to you but with the amnesia I could forget until we see each other in school.” - “What’s wrong?” - “Yesterday I was pushed down the stairs and when I got home someone send me a text saying that I got lucky, but they will make sure next time I won’t wake up from the fall.”, I turned and looked at him while pouring the scramble eggs I made with bacon. - “Do you want coffee or juice?” - “Juice for the moment please.”, he said while he grabs the glass with the juice. - “I have a question, Logan.”, I said while a take a sit and hand him the breakfast. - “Tell me.”, he said as he grabs the plate and sits down on the table. - “You do know me really well?” - “Well… you can say that, yes.”, sounded kind of nervous - “How did we meet?” - “It was kind of funny, we met in summer camp, you were trying to climb a tree because you had your kit stuck in the branches. Some guys tried to help, but you refuse to. So, when you got the kit, you felt in the mud, and everyone started to laugh. You ran to the river that it was kind of close and clumsy you again, you slip so you started to scream out of frustration. I went to help you and because you were mad you made me fell in the water too. We started to laugh but then you started to cry. I told you that, life will get though sometimes, and you will always feel that luck isn’t by your side but with a little laugh, you might appreciate the ways in life you never knew.”, he smiled while telling me everything that happened in summer camp. For the first time something started to feel right while having Logan here. I didn’t remember nothing about it, but I did try to imagine how it was our encounter. I notice he was looking a bit pale. - “Are you feeling, ok?” - “I don’t know, I just feel…”, then he felt on the ground. I rushed over and called 9-1-1. - “Logan stay with me please!”, I said as I started to call for help. As I was waiting for the doctor to tell me if Logan was ok, I started to remember fragments of Logan in my life. I started to headaches, like needles going through my head, a nurse that saw me in pain took me to a room to check on me. The pain was unbearable, to the point I felt my hand and legs numb. I wanted to know how Logan was and tried to push the pain aside while the nurses injected me some pain medication. A few minutes later the pain stopped completely, I was once again asked to know how Logan was. - “Are you related to Logan Miss?”, asked a doctor who was threating Logan. - “Yes, I am, how is he?”, I asked. - “Well.”, he made a quick pause, I felt that something was bad - “We almost lost him, he had internal bleeding and one of his veins was blocked making him have a stroke. We had to resuscitate and now well he is out of the zone of danger. We have to let him hospitalize for a couple of days just to make sure he is ok. Do you know the number of his parents or any adult relatives?” - “No, I don’t but in any case, I will give you my number doctor.” - “Sure, by any chance do you know his last name for the records?”, I was feeling nervous because I didn’t know his last name, so I blurted out… - “Its Taylor Smith”, stupid! I said to myself. - “Thank You Miss...” - “Darcy Smith” - “Thanks again Miss Smith, tomorrow we will give you a call once he wakes up” - “Thanks Doctor” As I went home, I kept thinking about Logan and how I started to remember something but now is all foggy again. I went and grab Logans clothes and realize I left him with the pink pajamas. I feel so sorry for him, now he will be embarrassed because I left him with my pink pajamas in the hospital. My mind kept thinking about him as I started to fold his clothes, I realize that his phone stayed here. Ass I grab his phone I saw 20 messages and 15 missed calls of someone called Aura. - “Logan stop going near her, she will be in more danger than you. You know she will remember you but as you stay near her, she will never know what happened to her memories or why the connection between you too. Please answer me. Logan. Come back, your mom is worried sick about what will happen to you. Call me back please.’' I went and made me something to eat before recording that happened today, I’m scared for Logan’s health and for everything that happened today. Once I finished my dinner I went to my room and set the camera to start recording by my desk. - “Hi Darcy, well me... Like every day, I make these recordings to remind me every day what’s wrong with me and what’s happening in my life, our lives. Today Logan appeared in our house covered in blood, why or who did it I really don’t know. He almost die because of someone that beat him up to the point of making him have internal bleeding. If I ever forget who Logan is, just remember he gave me hope, gave us hope before the amnesia he was the light in our dark path. That’s how he told me. Be careful, for what I read in Logan’s phone someone wants us to harm us, watch out for a girl name Aura too. Don’t be too naïve, you don’t know why we are important. Darcy, please try and remember, I’m tired of having to forget everything.,” I made a pause. “Something made us have amnesia or someone, there’s just something so off about this all. Be careful.” I turned of the camera and started to cry, I felt useless and even if I try so hard to remember it just stays foggy. It doesn’t get better, and I’m simply scared of being this shell with no memory of who I am, what cause my amnesia or how did I even manage to survive all alone all these years. I went to take a bath and try to relax a bit, I felt strange with a day like this. How can some people with amnesia recover that fast? Why have I had amnesia for so long? I am a really a burden? To many questions flooded my mind and couldn’t help but cry. Sometimes I wish I were normal, have friends that I can remember, a family that can actually support me, have a love life, not having to relay on some recordings to help me live normally. I buried my face in my hands and kept sobbing, as I kept sobbing, I heard a glass shatter in the kitchen. I felt scared because I am always alone in my house. I was scanning my bathroom searching for my phone. - “Damn it I left it in the laundry.” I started to feel panicked, I quietly got out of the tub and started to get dressed. I peeked through the door to see if I could go to the laundry. I kept hearing the kitchen getting wrecked, I kept moving quietly until I got to the door of the laundry. Right before I was going to opened it, I felt a sharp needle in my neck. The next thing I saw was a brunet girl smirking at me and two tall guys with dark mask as I passed out on the floor. “Darcy, Darcy! You got to wake up. Darcy! WAKE UP!” I woke up with a headache and with pains all over my body. As a opened my eyes I saw I was tied up in a chair, I started to feel panicked, scared. I was looking all over the room, seeing if there was a way out and use something to get loose. Wait a second, why I even was tied up. Where am I? Why would someone do this? Did I got rubbed? - “How did I even got robbed?” - “No dear, you weren’t robbed.” A woman said has she came down the stairs with a food tray on her hands. - “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU LADY!” I said screaming - “Shut up Darcy, having amnesia got you way too loud.” She said as she placed the tray on a nearby table. - “How do you know my name? Where am I? Why me, I haven’t done anything.” I said as I locked eyes with her. - “Trying to intimidate me huh? She leaned to my face - “Where am I!” I spited on her face - “How I wanted you dead instead of him” she rubbed my spit from her face and then slapped me. Then she grabbed me from my chin and made me looked at her. - “You soon will remember stuff before I kill you, you brat” she let go of my face and took a few steps back and smirked at me. As she smirked at me, I remember it was her from last night, the brunet girl with the two guys. I looked at her clearly, a bit taller than me, brunet with straight hair, a bit curvy, tanned girl with hazel eyes and with a mole near her lip. She looked beautiful but at the same time she was the reason I was here, but why? She knew I recognize her because she raised an eyebrow and smiled at me with crossed arms. - “So now you recognize me huh?” she said still looking at me. - “You were with two other guys last night at my house” - “Anything else sweetheart?” - “No, but I am right, am I? - “Busted” she grinded - “Why?” - “Because its your fault he is in that condition. You are the one who almost killed him.” - “What are you talking about?” - “Logan” she pushed me with her leg, and I went straight to the ground as she did so. - “He was better off without” she he crouched down and approached me. - “Thanks to you, he almost die when ever you remember big stuff.” - “What?” - “Thanks to you, he always comes back with another name and face whenever you remember a lot of stuff, I want you dead.” I couldn’t believe what she was talking, sounded stupid and taken out of a movie. I laughed nervously because I just couldn’t believe it. She was crazy, she thinks I will believe what she said. I looked at her and her look at her face of confusion. - “What?” I looked at her - “You really don’t know yet? That means there’s time” she released me and grabbed my face. - “Interesting, it doesn’t show yet the mark” - “What mark?” - “Forget it, eat now.” She said as she let my face go from her grip. I got up from the floor, grabbed the food tray, and sat down and ate. I was trying to process what was wrong with this girl. As I ate, I glanced at her to see if she was looking at me. She indeed was watching me, I looked down again and kept eating again. As soon as I were going to eat my food, I started to feel again headaches and light weighted. The girl notice this and called the two men from last night, the last thing I hear was: - “Check on Logan! I think he is dying again!” Next thing I know I blacked out again.