The Story of Us: The Worst and Best

Chapter One

I opened my eyes and gasped heavily for air. Everything was blurry. The sounds of sirens, heart beat monitors and panicked voices filled my ears. We came to an abrupt stop and I was being taken. From stretcher to stretcher, I was hoisted onto the hospital gurney. I could only barely see the streaks of the dim ceiling lights as I was being wheeled to my destination.

"18 year old male. Blood trauma to the skull, ribs and..."

Everything was happening so fast.

"What is your name? Can you tell me where you are?" A distant voice asked.

Eyes half open, I tried, but failed to answer.

"Patient is losing consciousness. Heart rate is dropping fast. We need blood transfusions pronto."

It all went black.
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It was 11:30 PM and I couldn't remember anything. All I could decipher through my blurry vision was the alarm clock in what seemed to be a hospital room.

"Where am I?" I thought.

"Andrew...? He's awake, he's awake!" A male voice screamed.

All I could remember before my eyes shut again were the eerily familiar voices surrounding me.

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It was just a normal day of work. I had to wake up at 8:00 AM to get to work by 9. Starbucks was starting to drain me, but I needed the money and it paid well. I didn't have a choice. My manager and co-workers seemed to really like me so I felt like I had to stay.

Anyways, I got to work and started my shift as I always do. I made myself my customized drink, an iced, two pump white chocolate mocha, two pump caramel, and one pump vanilla latte with skim milk.

Customer's starting pouring in before I could take two sips. Game time.

As expected, my mind wasn't functioning properly as I was running on just 4 hours of sleep. I couldn't sleep last night, my mind was racing, thinking about the guy I had a crush on. For some reason, I spent an entire year developing my affection for him: stalking his Instagram account, retweeting his Twitter tweets, and liking his Facebook statuses. Yet, I never mustered up the courage to talk to him in real life.

Surprisingly, being mentally absent made my shift go by faster. Before I knew it, it was 5:00 PM and it was time for me to leave. I gathered my belongings and left through the back entrance and by the time I got outside, the sky was already darkening. The chill of a New England December night struck my cheeks as I walked to my car.

"Hey Fag! Yes, you, you dumbass!" A voice screamed as I turned to look in that direction.

I couldn't quite get a good glimpse of them, but I could distinguish three guys. Tall and built in stature, but nothing more. Instead of responding, I just started walking faster to my car. That's all I remember officer.

"Are you sure there wasn't anything else about these three guys that you could remember? What they look like? Their ethnicity? What they were wearing?" Officer Reynolds asked.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't remember very much. I'm still regaining memories as the days go on, but that's all that I remember right now. Just three tall, built guys." I responded.

"Now did you have any bad encounters with any customers that day at work? Can you think of anyone that would be out to hurt you?" Officer Reynolds persisted.

"Well...... Umm, no. I can't recall having any bad experiences with customers that day. The store has cameras, although I doubt footage would be saved since it's been four months." I said.