text: I hate you! ... I let the words fill the room. I let the words carry me away. Silence fell over the classroom, everyone dumfounded by my sudden outburst. I screamed it again “I hate you!” a tear rolling down my cheek as I said it. Memories of all the good things we did together, of all the good things we had together flowed in like an unstoppable wave carried by an earthquake of grief and anger. I was reminded of the time we went into the mountains to the secret lake, and how a storm had us seek shelter in a cave. We were cold and wet, but we somehow managed the night. And when we woke up the next morning, we witnessed nature's true beauty in the form of a glistening lake in the morning sun, surrounded by untouched and thriving plants and wildlife. It truly was astonishing. I was reminded of the time we went on the class excursion to the countryside to look for different species of plant and animals, you saw a salamander and started following it, only to get stuck in sink mud and have the hole class help you free. All of us had a good laugh when we pulled you up, as both your shoes and trousers had stuck better to the mud than to you. You were as sour as a trout and we laughed our asses of. But not all the memories were good ones. I was reminded of the first time I felt jealous. You had been to someone’s 16th birthdayparty and one of the girls there had fixed herself to you, for some reason it made me really mad and I didn't know what to do with the anger so I pointed it at you. We fought for a while, threw some bad words around, but after a day or two we both apologised to each other. I really felt horrible for the things I had said. I snapped back to reality for a moment as you stared at me with those cold, dead eyes and uttered the word “why?”. I wanted to hit you to scream at you, but nothing happened, except pain. Before when people had said that words were the strongest weapon in the world, I had only scoffed, but now I knew the truth, and the truth hurt. The memory of when we first met popped into my head. I tried to think of something else, but it didn’t work, it was as if I was strapped in place in my own mind. I saw the moment you stepped into our classroom in eight grade, you had just transferred in from a smaller school. I didn’t think much of you then, I certainly didn’t hate you, yet somehow, I knew that over time I would come to absolutely adore you. Then the memory that I had tried to forget, the memory that I had tried to push away from me to no avail, appeared. My memory of when you lost yours. We were in the city and about to cross a road, you’d just finished your exams and because of that you were really happy. You had this big grin on your face that just beamed with joyfulness. I looked at you and laughed, and you laughed with me. That moment was pure happiness and joy, while the next was simply panic and pain. I fell to the ground. Everything hurt and I couldn’t move, I tried to call for help but there wasn’t any air in my lungs. I passed out shortly after. I opened my eyes and looked around. All I could see was the bed I was lying in and the white walls that surrounded me. Where was I? Was I in heaven? No, everything hurt to much. Was I in hell then? No, it was to white and new looking and there weren’t any flames. Then where was I? A woman opened a door to the left of me. All I could make out was that she wore a white lab coat, and that’s when I realised, I was in the hospital. Three weeks I had to stay in bed, but I got better. You however weren’t as lucky. You had suffered major head trauma and had lost your memories from the last five years. “You didn’t remember any of the things that we did together, any of the things we had together. And you wonder why I hate you!” I stopped just realising that I had said those last words out loud. I looked at you but didn’t see those lifeless eyes you had just moments ago, rather I saw your eyes full of life and emotions. And a single teardrop rolling down your cheek.