"So who was at the door?" Kevin asked as I helped him pick up the broken glass that was once a vase that was on the corner of our dresser.
"Just our neighbors saying hi and welcoming us to Hollywood." I said as I dumped the dust pan into the garbage bag.
"Well that was very nice of them." He said as he placed a picture frame on the dresser.
I knelt beside the box that was full of picture frames and one photograph caught my eye. Carefully taking it in my hands, I lifted it out of the box.
"Who is that?" Kevin asked as he leaned over to peer over my shoulder.
"I don't know. I have forgotten almost everything after the accident." I said, and my hand went up to the side of my head. I felt for the scar that popped out of my scalp, and I felt the flash back resurfacing but I pushed it away.
"Well you two looked like a cute couple." I looked up at Kevin and saw him smiling down at me.
I think he saw something in my eyes because his face dropped, "Leah, what is wrong?"
Honestly I didn't want to tell him what really was going on because I didn't want to start another fight. But I shook my head and placed the picture frame of me and this guy, who was hovering over the arm of the couch and our faces were mere inches apart.
"Nothing is wrong." I mumbled as I got to my feet.
"Why don't you go on ahead and make some lunch. I'll finish up in here and I will join you shortly." He kissed my forehead and went back to unpacking the boxes.
I nodded and walked out of the room. As I walked down the steps my mind drifted off to that picture and I couldn't place where I saw that face before. Then as I reached the last step, I gasped. The guys who were at our door earlier, that one guy with the white hair. Man I forgot his name; oh yeah, Adam. He seemed strangely familiar along with that Tommy guy. He looked just like that guy in the photo.
"You're just imagining things." I mumbled to myself as I made our sandwiches.
Once Kevin and I were finished with our lunch, Kevin went off to work.
"See you later, baby." Kevin murmured as he kissed my lips.
"See you later, sweetie." I smiled as I waved goodbye as he walked out the door.
After an hour and a half of walking around doing nothing, I went upstairs and went to our room. I saw, on the floor, that the box of picture frames were on the floor beside the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I bent over and picture up the picture frame that I had before.
I stared at the picture for what felt like forever, but no matter how hard I try I couldn't think of the guy in the picture. Then a sharp pain with through my head and the frame fell though my finger tips.
Screaming out in pain, I clutched the side of my head where the scar was and curled up in a ball.
< Flashback>
I was walking along the sidewalk, listening to my music, thinking about what I left behind in New York. Tommy, Ashely, Monte, Issac, Courtney and most importantly Adam.
As a tear slipped down my cheek, I turned to walk across the street. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw bright lights and before I knew what was happening, the truck hit me.
Everything went black.
<Time Lapse>
I woke up in the hospital, but I didn't know who I was or how I got there. The doctors came in and told me that I was hit by a truck. They told me my name, my age and where I lived.
Then after I got out, I went back to my new home in Hollywood and started to unpack. A couple of months later, I met Kevin but I still feel like there was something missing.
One name stuck to my mind, everywhere I went I saw this one specific name.
Adam.
<End of flashback>
"Adam." I whispered as I lied there, tears running down my face.
After lying there for a few more moments, I realized what I needed to do; so, I pushed myself up from the bed and walked out of the room. As I walked down the stairs, I gripped the railing so then I don't fall.
<Time Lapse>
I hesitated in front of the door, not knowing if I should knock or not. After a few seconds, I lifted my hand and knocked gently on the door.
Standing there for a few minutes, I heard footsteps and the door opened.
"Oh hello, neighbor." Tommy smiled at me.
"Hey Tommy, is your friend around?" His face fell when I mentioned his friend and he shook his head.
"No he went over to the studio. Is there anything I can help you with?" He moved over and allowed me inside.
"Actually yes, I was going through a box that I had of picture frames, and I found this." I handed him the frame and he took it gently inside his hands.
I watched as he gasped and his face turned white as his eyes scanned the picture, "No, it can't be."
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused as I met his stares.
"How did you get this picture?" He asked.
I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know, like I said I was going through a box of picture frames. Do you know this guy?" I pointed to the guy with black hair and blonde spikes.
"Yeah that is Adam. Wait..." He looked at me, his eyes widened as he really looked at my face, "Leah? Is that really you?"