Final Chance, Pt5 The Day Before the Accident....... I flung my bag over my shoulder, adding the final details to my look. Some days I wished school never existed, I wished I could be alone, all day. Here I was, in my ripped denim shorts, hollister jumper and converse, preparing for the possible drama. I quietly slid out the door,into my back yard. I was going to go the long way to school, I sent Jack a text saying I can't walk our usual way today. But before I even sent it here he was up in a tree in my back yard. He looked like he had put extra effort into his look, then it hut me "Photo day, Cracker!" I couldn't help but smile when he said that, I sat on the swing and looked at my feet. Suddenly his warm hand nudged my head up gently, as I looked up his eyes met mine, they glowed. His lips looked soft. He made all my troubles float away. "So big guy," I say looking at my feet again, " what you doing after school?" he smiles then replies "having dinner with you. My mom is making your favourite pasta, wear something nice, we're getting our family photo and you have to be in it. I mean you are like family to everyone!" this makes my smile even bigger. I think of his dog Salmon, his brother, his sisters, and his parents, they were more of a family to me than my own. I loved my 23 year old brother looking after me, we spent time together, but the picture was incomplete, no mother or father." come on Hic, we better get going, after you change for photo day," I give him a nod and run inside to change. My dark brown hair hits my back, in a tangle of soft, elegant curls. My blue eyes, are rimmed with sleek eyeliner and my small doll like lips covered in a subtle rosy pink lipstick. My dress is plain white, with a brown leather braided belt around my waist. The bottom of my dress floats freely, it was perfect for me, it was my favourite present from Jack ever. I teamed it with my navy blue converse and set off with jack....

Jesse Owens “We all have dreams. But in order to make dreams come into reality, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self-discipline, and effort.” Jesse Owens

Final Chance, Pt4 A tear streamed down his pale face. His mud brown eyes were aimed at me in disbelief . His round chapped lips opened and closed over and over again, but no words ever came out. An overwhelming amount of fear came over me. He was the person. The only person I could remember. The words he said sailed out my mouth"you are useless, you better put on good act, or else I'll slap you like I'm about to do, harder!It was you! You were there!" as I said this he started to back away. I almost forget Jack was there before he whispered in my ear "I have to go, later," his hand left mine. I let my thoughts escape "what later?" but he ignored that and left. I was alone with the only person I remember. "if you remember me, why were you kissing Jack?" the words flowed around the air for a while until I replied " I only remember certain things, I don't remember your name, what your age is, anything except for your face and the words you said. What was I doing wrong? I don't know any details!" before I could continue, he leaned in to kiss my cheek, before I turned so he would kiss my lips. I felt nothing, I felt a spark when I kissed Jack, but I felt nothing with whoever this was. He didn't get the idea when I pulled away because he went in for a full on kiss. That was when I remembered, he was my boyfriend. But it was forced. Now I had an excuse not to love him, I mean I had amnesia.

Final Chance,Pt3 This never ending cycle of being awake for a minute, then being asleep for hours was really starting to annoy me. It continued for a week. Then gradually I managed to sit up, stand even. Everyday the man at my bedside appeared, then disappeared. One day he fell asleep on the leather reclining seat, giving me the oppourtunity to look at his face, taking in all the features. He looked about 17 years old, had olive skin, with a chiseled jawline and stubble all over. He had a light golden hair colour, which was perfect.(*note-hair like Zayn Malik, not part of story) As I reached to grab one of his firm, strong hands, his ice blue eyes fluttered open. "Your eyes.." I began "I remember them." At that point a smile had crept onto his face, he replied with his soft voice " what else, anything in this room?" he sounded hopeful, I couldn't let him down. Despite the fact I didn't remember him. That's when it hut me, "Your Jack! Your favourite pastime is ....soccer," he nodded in approval as I continued on " And your smile gives me butterflies, which I know in my heart it did before!" I stumbled before I knew what I was saying it was out there. I felt myself blushing. His husky yet soft voice broke the silence "Perfect, you haven't changed one bit," after saying this he leaned in for a kiss, and just as his lips met mine, giving me butterflies, a tall boy who looked about 17 stepped into the room without us knowing. His voice caused me and Jack to jump "Hazel...." in and instant I knew that was my name, that I was important to him, and he was important to me for sure.....

Final Chance, Pt2 Before I knew what I was doing, I leaped out of the hospital bed which I had obviously spent the night in. I felt a massive pain in my left leg, I screamed in pain. The man who was at my bedside the last time I was awake had a tight grip on my hand. Still, I jerked my hand free and ran. I looked for the nearest place to escape. The window. As I prepared to leap out of the window, my legs turned numb,causing me to collapse to the ground. "My legs!"