The day started off like any other. I woke up at 7:30 with the sun shining through the window. Everything was seemingly perfect but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. I shrugged it off and got ready for class. While I was doing my hair I ran my finger across the scar on my forehead. I couldn't remember how I got it, but I liked it because it made me feel unique. As I got into my car I felt like I was forgetting something. I had my phone, wallet, keys, and books. I guess I had everything.
         As I got to class I saw my friend Cassie sitting in her usual seat in the front.
“Cassie!” I yelled.
She turned around and looked at me. I walked over to her and she gave me a hug.
“I’m so glad you came!” she said excitedly. Then she suddenly got quiet.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked a little cautiously.
Why was she talking to me like this? “Yeah why wouldn’t I be?”
“I’m just making sure.” She said and smiled a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
Before I could question why she was acting so strange, the professor walked in and it left my mind.
        While Cassie and I were on our way to astronomy I suddenly got the feeling that I was supposed to meet someone, but I couldn't remember who. I scanned the hallways and the class when we got there but I still couldn't figure it out. As I was trying to remember, a voice interrupted my thoughts. It was Cassie.
“Let’s sit here.” She said.
About halfway through class while everyone was quietly doing work, my teacher came and kneeled by my seat.
“Hey, Cassie.” She whispered. “Im glad you could make it today. Will you be able to do the work?”
I felt like I was going crazy. Why was everyone acting so weird?? I just nodded.
“Okay, good.” She said and smiled.
          The rest of the day went fine. When I say fine I mean nobody said anything weird to me. They were just looking at me like I might break at any second.  It felt like a dream. I must've pinched myself at least 20 times, but every time I opened my eyes I was still in the same place with everyone staring at me. I met Cassie at the end of the day and we walked to my car. I always gave her a ride home. I wanted to ask her why everyone was acting so weird around me but I couldn't even explain it. I couldn't just be like, “Hey Cassie, why is everyone starting at me?” She would think I was crazy. Maybe tomorrow would be different.
         As we were leaving the parking lot a couple walked in front of the car. I couldn’t tell who they were; I could only see he backs of their heads. Cassie suddenly gave me the look of someone was had just seen the most horrifying thing they'd ever seen.
“What?!” I asked her, startled.
She didn't say anything and just stared at the couple. What was wrong with her? I looked at the couple again, and the guy suddenly turned to look at the car. I looked at Cassie and she looked calm again. I turned back to the guy. He disappeared as fast as he had come, but I couldn't breathe.
       Suddenly, I wasn't in my car anymore. I was in a field with no one in sight. I could hear the distant sound of cars honking and someone calling my name. A boy appeared behind me and the noises went away. This boy looked similar to the guy I just saw in the street. He smiled at me and all these memories flashed through my my mind. All of them were of me and this stranger. There were images of us laughing, crying, hugging, etc. After a few minutes the pictures stopped shifting through my mind and he and I were in a car I didn't recognize. I was gazing at him while he drove, one hand on the steering while the other holding mine. Who was the boy and why was I in a car with him? Out of nowhere headlights flashed throughout the car and before I could register what was happening all these memories I shouldn't be having started flowing through my mind again. Pictures of an ambulance, hospitals, doctors and people running frantically. I was screaming a name I didn't recognize and I could feel myself crying and slowly losing strength. Suddenly everything was black, but I could hear the voices of my family telling me they loved me and to please wake up. Now I was wearing a black dress and I had a cast around my leg. I could hear people crying and there were pictures of the boy with the brown hair everywhere.I still didn't know who he was and why I was here. Nobody would tell me who he was.
         I opened my eyes, and I was back in the car. Cassie was screaming my name and shaking me. I had a pit in my stomach.
“What's wrong!?” she screamed at me. She was crying, but somehow I couldn't.
I didn't say anything for a long time. Then I slowly looked at her.
“Cassie. How did I get this scar?” I said calmly.
“What do you mean?” she said with fake ignorance. “Why does it matter? I want to know what's wrong with you.”
“Cassie, I’m not going to ask you again. How did I get this scar?” The pit in my stomach was even bigger, I thought it might swallow me whole.
“Can't tell you that. I promised your parents I wouldn't.” She said sadly, not making eye contact with me.
“This is serious.” I said angrily. “How did I get this scar? And why do I have all the memories of a guy I don't remember?”
“I can’t tell you that. It's better that you don't remember.” She said after a minute.
“Cassie you have to tell me, I feel like i'm going crazy. Does it have something to do with a car?” I had the feeling that I should be crying, but my body wouldn't let me.
“Okay, I'll tell you. But you're not going to take this well.”
I know something bad had happened but I couldn’t put everything together. I waited while she gathered up the strength to tell me everything.
“Okay…” She finally said. “There was this car accident a few months ago.”
I had pieced that together so far, it was what happened after that I couldn’t remember.
“You were in the car but you weren’t driving. No one really knows that happened but the paramedics found you several feet away from the car.” She said, still not making eye contact with me.
“Who was driving the car?” I demanded. I could tell she was trying to avoid it.
“I can’t” She stuttered. “I just can’t.”
I was starting to get impatient, but I was also scared about what she was going to say next.
“Please tell me, I need to know.”
She looked like she might cry. “It was your boyfriend.”
“What do you mean my boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend.”
“But you did.” She said. “You guys had been dating for years.”
“I think I would remember having a boyfriend.” I still couldn’t figure out what was happening.
“That’s the thing. After the accident you went in to a coma for weeks. We didn’t know if you were going to wake up.” Her voice was cracking so bad that I could barely understand her. “We all you wanted you to wake up so bad, and then one day you did. You just sat up like you had only been taking a nap.”
I was about to say something but she interrupted me.
“We were all so happy that you were awake, but we dreaded telling you-“
“Telling me what??” I demanded. “What happened to the boy?”
“He, he died.” She said so quietly that I wasn’t sure I had heard her correctly. “When you woke up everyone expected you too ask about him but you never said anything. Your mom asked you what happened in the car but you just stared at us. After a while you asked how you got in the hospital. The doctors did some brain scans and said everything seemed fine, but you didn't seem to remember anything.The doctors said you were in so much shock that you must have repressed everything. We all decided not to mention anything about the crash or about your boyfriend, we thought you might be better off that way.”
     Before I could say anything, all the memories came back but this time there was emotion attached to them. I knew who I was looking at. How could I have ever forgotten? I felt the happiness when we were laughing & the sadness when we cried. Now I was in the room  surrounded by people wearing black and felt an unbearable emptiness. Everything made sense now. I then understood why everyone was looking at me like I might break. If I hadn't forgotten him, I surely would've broken into a thousand pieces. I sat up, and the tears I couldn't bring before came pouring down my face.