I Remember You
(Chapter #1: "A Nice Surprise")
I walked to her room, like I'd done all Wednesdays at 4 o'clock, since I'd found where she was. It didn't make me happy to know that she had to be there and that she chose to be there, but she had no other options, she didn't want anything, but to be there.
I moved through the dark corridor where the rooms where guided, and when I reached hers I stopped for a moment. I took a deep breath and placed the key that was inside my pocket on the lock of the door, but before making it spin on my hand, I heard some strange and familiar sounds and opened the door after the little break, as I had done before, so many times. I stepped inside the room, and then, I saw her.
She was sitting on her bed as usual. A blanket was placed over her body, covering her entirely, and a small and very old looking doll was trapped by her arms. She was hiding from me.
Just like she always did.
"Sam? It's me Freddie. I came to visit you."
She said nothing. Her silence didn't hurt me, I was getting used to not hearing her talk. After all, three years were enough to get used to anything.
After a while she started to shake a little and whisper things; I was curious to know what she was saying, so I came closer so I could hear, but it was a bad idea.
Because she started to scream.
"STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!" Sam shouted waving her arms at my direction
I walked to a corner as far as possible as I could get away from her and stayed. I didn't want Sam's doctor to take me out for making her get violent. She stepped on the floor very slowly and lifted one arm to take off the blanket from her body. When she did, I was shocked. Her milky white skin was covered with injuries and bruises, her beautiful baby blue eyes had dark circles under them and the bright of them had disappear, her long and curly blonde hair was matted and tangled and her used to be red lips, were now pale and colorless. In all her years n the hospital, I'd never seen her so weak… and abused.
She started to walk in the room. Four steps to the right, three to the left, eight forward, seven backward. Again, whispering things.
The only thing I did was to look at her. Even in her state, I thought she was beautiful. I liked to think that she eventually was going to remember. And every day of the past three years, I convinced myself that she was going to. Remember our past. Remember our friends. Remember my love for her. Remember me. I still loved her. And it hurt.
She calmed down a bit by walking and spinning around the room, and when she started to slow down her steps, I tried to get closer to her.
"Sam? Are you okay sweetie?"
She suddenly stopped walking and turned around. Her eyes were staring mines and when I looked inside of them I saw nothing. Just emptiness. I knew this was not my Sam anymore. It was a totally different Sam, than the one I was once going to get married. But I still loved her. And she whispered... once again.
"I'm not Sam."
But I didn't understand what she said.
"What did you say honey?" I asked.
She stepped back. The emptiness of her eyes was replaced by anger, fear, and pain. She started to breath heavily.
"Sam, calm down…" I said getting a little bit closer to her.
"I'M NOT SAMANTHA PUCKETT! I DON'T KNOW YOU FREDWARD BENSON! I DON'T REMEMBER YOU! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND IT? PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE! STOP LOVING ME! GO AWAY WITH OUR FRIEND CARLY SHAY AND DON'T YOU DARE TO COME BACK HERE!"
Tears were coming from her eyes and I felt pain and joy in me at the same time. Sam said my name. She sat on the floor with her arms around her knees in fetal position. She continued to cry, but then she realized and looked at me.
"I remember you."