The ambulance came. They took Pete off, and they took me too because although Pete suffered the worst of the injuries, I was still badly hurt and they wanted to get it checked out. They explained to me that the severe damage done to his head has affected his brain, and now he can't remember anything apart from basic things, like eating, looking after himself, writing, talking, reading etc. apparently that was a good thing. Also they told me that there was a 50% chance that he'd be able to get his memories back, if he got back into his Normal routine and is constantly reminded of things he would most likely remember. But he didn't remember me. He didn't remember who I was. He didn't remember that he was in love with me. All knew was that his name was Pete Wentz, and that he had something terrible done to him so he couldn't remember a thing. And so now, I'm determined. I'm determined to bring back Pete, either that or make him fall in love with me again.

Notes

Yay, an update heh. I haven't updated in a while so I wanted to yayyayya. It's short, sorry but I'm going to make the next chapter longer
life update: even though its the holidays and its New Year's Eve tomorrow I'm far from happy. Some dick has made me feel like nothing. He doesn't care about me. Hardly anyone does. Fanfiction takes my mind off things I guess, like self harm. Thanks everyone for reading my stories, if you ever want to talk just message me or follow me on twitter (@sleepinwithjess)