In the room, the family members still there thought of things to do, wondering if her memories could ever be recovered. They were all crushed that their daughter couldn't remember them or even herself, but they weren't giving up on trying to get her back. They weren't going all denial crazy, but they still weren't going to think that this was permanent until it was proven to be. Optimism and trying their hardest to make her comfortable back at home while they try to recover her memories was the best option they had in a situation like this. Even if they couldn't get her memories back, they could restore her personality, reintroduce everyone, and create new ones. They'd rather have her back, but they'd take what they could get.
Yasmine had no interest in turning around. In fact, she had no interest in stopping. She'd run until she escaped this reality. That or she couldn't go any further. Her face was tear-stained, and tears were still falling, some hitting the ground. Occasionally there was an audible sob, but no stopping. She kept running, desperately trying to escape something that she couldn't, for it was real.
(Just wrote the family's thoughts so this wasn't revolving around Yasmine.)
(I appreciate that. And oh gosh, I feel so bad for Yasmine.)
Jackson sighed as he ran after Yasmine. The girl was in denial, like pretty much everybody else in the room with Jacqueline. He knew that it hurt to lose a friend, but he wasn't about to let Yasmine run away from the problem. He panted as he caught up to her, grabbing her arm. "Yasmine…please stop. Running away won't make it better, and you know that."
(Yeah, I do too, but if I'm good at writing anything, it's characters suffering and being in denial… I've…um…written far too many role plays were people almost die…and one like this…except the person closest to the one whose memories ended up being lost was their boyfriend… Who let me write stuff?)
Yasmine didn't say anything, trying to get out of his grasp. She would be completely silent if she wasn't sobbing. She didn't want to listen. She didn't want to believe this was real. She gave up on running, though. She couldn't get all that far with tears completely clouding her vision and sobbing breaths. She gave up on that, but she didn't say anything or even look at Jackson. She just couldn't handle it.
(Oh, that's sad :( I think you're a good writer, ngl. I feel like you're like a mix of angsty and fluff)
"It's fine to cry. I know how much it affects you, trust me. We might not be able to get her memories back, but you know what we can do? We can introduce her to the people she knew, we can help her make new memories. And that's what matters the most." He sighed and let go of Yasmine. "I know that she'll regain her memories, but it's going to take work."
(The plots were intentional, but I'm still the kind to cry if I do kill someone off. Also, that is basically how I write. It's a combination of angst and fluff…and a lot of me feeling the characters' emotions if I get too far into it.)
Yasmine finally turned around and looked at him, but she had no intention of speaking. There was no point in voicing her disbelief, and her voice was completely broken from crying, anyway. It would be almost impossible to understand her even she wanted to talk, so she just didn't bother. She wasn't in the mood and it would be hard to understand her. However, just looking into her eyes showed how much this affected her, more than the crying and denial combined did.
(Yeah, it happens to me too)
Jackson sighed and put a hand on her shoulder. "Visiting hours are going to be over soon, so we're going to take you home. We can come back tomorrow and depending on what the doctor says, we can take Jackie home and we can start on working to get her memories back. Sound good?" He said softly.
She simply nodded in response, not knowing what else she could do in the situation. She still didn't want to speak, and she didn't want to believe anything, but she didn't want to be stubborn to the point that she became the villain and everyone turned against her, so she just went with what Jackson said without trying to make some form of argument. She knew he had good intentions, even if she didn't see them as good in her state.
(I've noticed that you've been active here and there today, so hi.)
(Hi, I was just getting around to this roleplay)
Jackson nodded and brought Yasmine back to the entrance of the room. Soon enough, his parents and the rest of his family exited the room, Jacqueline. His mother looked at Jackson and Yasmine. "The doctor came in a couple of minutes after you two left. He said we should be able to take Jackie back home tomorrow."
(Sorry. I felt lowkey ignored, but hey, I've made two people delete their accounts to stop role playing with me, got kicked out of my own rp forum's plot, and have killed multiple role plays, sooo…I'm kinda insecure about my skills. Again, sorry.)
They were both thankful that she could at least go home the next day. That brought a slight amount of hope to the situation, but not much. It would take a while before anyone would be fully okay with the new life and trying to get things close to somewhat normal, knowing that the likelihood of things returning to normal as if this never happened was near impossible.
(Oh, it's fine. You don't have to apologize.)
Jackie's family and Yasmine made their way out of the hospital and into the car. They waited for it to heat up and took Yasmine back home. They promised to take her to the hospital and would text her when they were outside her house. "Everything's going to be okay, Yasmine." Jackie's mother said before dropping Yasmine home. They then drove back home, waiting for the next day to come.
(This time I was just asleep. Sorry.)
The next day never seemed to come for a while. With everything going on, it was hard for any of them to sleep, the hours dragging on. Eventually most of them managed to fall asleep, and with that, the next day finally came. The day that they could try getting things into a somewhat normal state had finally come, and all they wanted was to try and make things okay again, to make everything normal.
(It's fine! :) )
Jackie's mom took Jackson with her. She had woken him up quite early…though Jackson hadn't slept at all the previous night. He stayed up most of the night starring at his phone, not doing anything. It was a quick ride from their house to Yasmine's. When the two arrived outside, Jackson took his mother's phone and sent a text to Yasmine. "Hopefully she's awake," Jackson said as he put the phone down.
Of course Yasmine was awake. She couldn't bring herself to fall asleep as she finally started to accept reality. A lot of the night was simply spent crying from a mixture of rage, fear, sadness, and even self-hate. It was hard for her to hate people, but she hated whoever caused the accident, whoever took Jackie's memories away from her. Where the self-hatred came in was guilt. She could've easily stopped Jackie from leaving until the party had ended. She felt responsible. The rest simply came with the situation.
As soon as she got the text that the others were there, she put a pair of shoes on before leaving the house. She couldn't bother trying to fix herself up. She didn't want to. Exhausted from crying, she stepped into the car, her hood up and hiding her clearly unpresentable face, hiding the tears that were continuing to fall.
"Morning," Jackson said sadly as Yasmine stepped inside the car. He knew that Yasmine was still crying. The situation had affected Yasmine more than anyone else. He glanced at his mom, who nodded back and started driving. The drive to the hospital was spent in a semi-comfortable silence. As soon as they reached the parking lot of the hospital, Jackson exited the car and took a deep breath. The three made their way inside and Jackie's mom went to the front desk while Yasmine and Jackson waited in the waiting room.
After a few minutes, they were taken back to Jackie's room, once again greeted with confusion the moment she saw them. They expected that, though, as they knew that she no longer had any idea of who they were, not even with any idea of who she herself was. Everything until waking up after the accident was a blank. While everyone else in there would've given anything to get her memories back, they knew that it would take time if the unlikely event was to even occur. Even so, they tried explaining just enough so she'd be comfortable going home with them. They wanted her back, and whether they could fully get her back or could only reintroduce her to everyone and make new memories, this was a start.
Jacqueline looked at her family and Yasmine with a confused face, as they explained everything to her. She didn't really think that they were lying, but one never knew. She sighed as she got off the bed, and ran a hand through her hair. Before they appeared, a kind nurse had lent her some clothes. "Okay, then." She said. "So, I have to come with you lot, right?"
(I was out shopping. Sorry!!! Also, should I be concerned about your username?)
Her family explained to her that she would be coming home with them since she was a part of their family. They tried making her as comfortable as possible, but they knew it would be hard when they were nothing more than complete strangers to her at that point. Still, they eventually convinced her to come with them, and soon enough, they were on their way back home.
(It's all fine! Uh…no…? I don't know, actually oof)
Jaqueline looked around the car, at all the unfamiliar faces. She didn't know how one could forget their memories. It just seemed impossible. The car came to a stop and everybody got out. Jacqueline did the same. Jackie's mom opened the door to the house and stepped aside. "Welcome home, Jackie."
Jacqueline cautiously entered the house and looked around. It was going to take a while for her to adjust to the house and everybody else.
(I didn't know if it was to match someone or to express your emotions, hence the concern.)
"Hey…if you don't mind…could you drop me off at my house…?" Yasmine asked a bit into everyone trying to get Jackie comfortable in her house again. "I feel really out of place… She's not my family… I shouldn't even be here… If our friendship dies…it dies…but I don't care… If she changes…she changes… Just take me home, please… This is your moment…not mine… She needs to remember you more than anyone… I'm not even important…so why would I need to be here…?" It was clear she was feeling guilty and like she was intruding, so she wanted to go home, to cry, to scream, to scold herself for this, to just let it all out away from other people, without feeling like she's making things about her.
(oh, i see. you don't have to worry about me. i'm fine. :) )
"Your family too, Yasmine," Jackson said softly. "You know her more than we do. She spends more time with you than any of her family members. You're just as important as we are. Your friendship won't die. You guys were friends before the crash, what makes you think she won't be your friend now?"
(That's good. :) I'm lonely… My friend brought up love…so now I just feel forever single again…)
"I'm not even family… Besides…personalities can change… Brain damage can do things like that… I should just get used to the Jackie I knew being gone… At least I never told her what I wanted to before it… It would've only crushed me more… Now that can die with me… I'll find my own way back home… I'm leaving…" Yasmine then bolted out the door. She couldn't take it. She didn't want to start crying and make everything about her, so she left.
(i feel you. we're both in the lonely club)
Jacqueline wanted to do something. She wanted to run after her and comfort her. Even though Yasmine was practically a stranger to her now, it didn't mean she was going to let her be all broken. "I'll be back," Jacqueline said as she left the house and followed Yasmine. Maybe she could talk to her? She knew it was most likely to fail, but she didn't want her to be sad.
(Forever alone! Haha…it's a feeling that I hate… I thought I found my soulmate…but quarantine was too much…and I hurt her…and we broke up… God…I still hate myself for that…)
Yasmine was just running out the door, not really paying attention to anything or trying to exist in reality. All she wanted was to go far away from there. She said she was heading home, but she was running wherever at this point, not knowing if she wanted to be at her house with everything that was going on. She just couldn't take anything that was happening any longer.
(self hate is never a good thing. i know you'll find someone. i know you will. but as for now, let us be lonely together. better than being lonely by yourself, right?)
"Hey!" Jacqueline yelled as she ran after her. She didn't know where she was going or where she was, but she was more focused on her mission. Getting to the new girl. It wasn't fair she had to be like that for something she didn't even do. "Please stop. I don't think I can run as fast as you can.." She said as she stopped, and took a deep breath.
(I…um…have a few reasons to not like myself. Don't get me wrong, I love myself, but I have things I hate. My toxicity, my lack of personality (according to most), and my lack to talent, to name the big ones. How am I supposed to find someone like this?)
Yasmine honestly didn't want to listen. She would keep running until she couldn't, but eventually tripped over something, not being able to see through her tears, and then she just sat on the ground. She gave up on running away, so she just sat there and cried. She had to let her emotions out and she was done running away, so she just let them out then and there.
(no one is perfect. you may think you lack talent, but it's all false. everybody is talented in something. and it takes a while for them to figure out what it is. just be patient. everything takes time for it to go through its course.)
Jacqueline approached the girl and put a hand on Yasmine's shoulder and smiled sadly. She sat down beside her and let out a sigh. "Hey..look, I don't think it's right that you're blaming yourself for something you didn't do. I barely know you, but I know for sure that I don't want to see you sad."
(Hmm…I'm bad at art, singing, writing, everything except being smart, and that's not a talent… Also, my only personality traits to people are that I like k-pop and that I'm a demon… People..)
Yasmine was immediately wondering how this wasn't her fault. She easily could've prevented her friend from leaving before the party had ended, and then the accident wouldn't have happened, and she'd still have her best friend with all of her memories by her side, but no, she let her leave. All she said was, "But it is my fault…"
(I don't think you're bad at writing. I mean, look at what you're writing. Sometimes I feel like you're just better at me at writing. I'm horrible at art too. Ah, screw them. They know nothing about you. Neither do I, but from what I see, you're really caring :) )
"It isn't. It was my..my..fault. I was the one who got into an accident, according to what everyone is saying. Even if you did try to stop me, I'm pretty sure I still would have left." She said and looked at Yasmine. "I might as well introduce myself. I'm Jacqueline…I think. And I wanna be your friend." She paused and laughed. I sound so weird. And your name is…?"
(I really don't see myself as talented…or kind…but hey…when you make someone who you love wanna hurt themselves…why would you see yourself in that way..? I'm not forgiving myself for this…)
"My name's Yasmine…but that's not important… All I did was cause you to get into an accident which took your memories and could've taken your life…" Yamine said. She sure had a hard time getting over everything, and it didn't seem like she would be forgiving herself soon. "I just don't wanna hurt you more than I already have… I'm just…I'm really sorry for everything I've done…"
(I think I might be writing my own issues with forgiving myself in as Yasmine's issues. Different circumstances, same problem. Welp-)
