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IN THE HOSPITAL...

I woke up to the sound of beeping machines. I opened my eyes and screamed. A face was just inches from my mine, staring at me. "Get the hell away from me !" I rasped, my voice cracking. "Please Akïla , don't move ! You were just out of surgery, you need to rest." the boy pressed my body to the bed gently. "Who are you ? Who is Akïla ? And... and where am I ?" I shot a dozen of questions, confused. The boy shook his head and sighed, "Dear, you don't remember who I am ? I can't tell you my real name... I have a nickname, Draco. Your name is Akïla, and you are in a hospital. You were shot ! I brought you here as fast as I could manage..." He paused and looked at me, "How are you holding up ? Do you remember anything?" I racked my brains but it was empty. I don't know who I am. I frowned and shook my head, " I remember nothing. I don't even remember my own name... I can only remember my uncle shooting me." With that said, A wave of sadness washed over me. I took few deep breaths and blinked back tears. He looked at me worriedly and rubbed my hands, "Are you okay ? You look pretty traumatised. You can talk to me about anything. You always did." I sighed, "It's just that... I..I remember my own uncle shooting me. It made quite an impact on me as he was the only family I considered." I took a shaky breath and continued, "I lost the reason to live. This world... this world has no reason for me to stay in anymore. I want to give up..." The boy squeezed my hand tightly, "You are the strongest person I've ever known. Don't give up Akïla, don't give up on yourself. I care about you, and it will really break my heart if you are gone. Don't give up chicca." I gazed at him, "Thank you... you know, you look really familiar to me. I think you must be someone important to me. You made me calm down just by talking. That's quite impressive" He cleared his throat and looked away, "Sort of... too bad you lost your memory..." "Do you mind getting me a glass of water ? My throat's dry." He nodded and reached for the glass jug. "The doctor said you suffered from concussion. Your head was hit up pretty bad. Here you go, take small sips." I pushed myself up and smiled at him gratefully, "Thanks." Draco stood up, "I need to deal with some paperwork. The discharge fees. Don't worry I got it all covered," "No no ! You don't have to !" He smiled and touched my cheek tenderly, "Rest well chicca. It's okay." "Don't leave me..." I croaked. I've felt so alone and helpless."Chicca, Siempre estaré contigo." He gave me a kiss on the forehead and disappeared behind the door. Chicca. He sounded familiar. I wonder who he is, and he was so sweet.... "Akïla Ayala you're under arrest for carrying drugs and weapons ! You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be used in the law court." a few policemen barged in and pointed their guns at me. I raised my hands slowly and rolled my eyes, "Chill mad babies. When did I ever carry drugs and weapons ?" A policemen pointed at my clothes. I looked down and I saw three packs of weed taped to my clothes. I glanced back at the policemen and stuttered, "This...this must be a mistake ! I was framed ! I... I would never..." Then, I sighed, "You know what ? I honestly don't remember a fuck. I don't care anymore. Come on, just arrest me." I thrusted my hand out and just like that, I was cuffed. They dragged me on the car and slammed the door. "You're going to the juvenile, Akïla Ayala." the policeman who sat beside me said. I yawned, "Whatever." and fell into a deep sleep...