Do You Remember ?- Part 1 By Anonymous

It all started on that unfortunate day, when I was 7. I had the biggest crush on him- "nanananana, no more Barbie for you" he always teased me and stole my toys "Danny! Give that back now!" I yelled at him and chased him across the backyard, to the street. I regretted that moment. That truck took away my best friend. I knelt beside him and tears stared flowing from my eyes. "Danny, look at me. Here, it’s my Barbie" I tried waking him up, nothing would work. "April. What’s happened?" mom came out of the house. I didn't reply “April! What happened?" she asked again.  Yet, I didn’t reply. After a few minutes the ambulance came and took Danny to the hospital. Later that week we got news that he was in a coma and when or if he wakes up, he will lose part of his memory.

       Now I am 14, he still hasn't woken up; well at least that’s what mom says. Ever since that day, I haven't been to the hospital and I haven’t talked to his family. I couldn’t stand living in ‘that’ house so my mother and I moved to somewhere further away. “Mom, I’m going to go meet up with some of my friends” I asked, distracting myself from my memories “Okay, don’t come back late” “Thanks mom, I won’t” I grabbed my black skull bag and put on my long black boots and walk out of the house into the road