The alarm blared and with it, my memories of him vanished.
I woke up in a hospital room with my left arm in a cast.
My head throbbed painfully, my mind a jumbled mess.
Wendy was just as she had been when she was twenty, her head buried beside my bed. She even cried in her sleep.
I must've made her cry again.
Next to her was a sticky note instructing me to take the journal from her bag.
I retrieved the journal but felt like something was missing. The harder I tried to remember, the more it hurt.
So, I gave up.
I was supposed to be reminiscing, but I wanted a fresh start before I lost my memory.
The final entry in the diary read. "May we no longer dwell in the past and instead look forward to a brighter future."
Closing the diary, a man entered the room with a grim expression.
He looked slightly remorseful, but his tone was still condescending as he spoke. "I was wrong this time, but you know Hannah is still young … "
Hearing him talk, I couldn't explain why, but an irritation bubbled up in me. I blurted out before I could stop myself, "Who are you? And who is Hannah? What are you talking about?"