Remember? [DISCONTINUED]

Do I Know You?

     My head hurts.
     I woke up with an ice pack on my head, probably to stop that awful pain in my skull, and a strange girl hovering over my face.
    "Uh... Hi," I said. I became slightly more aware of my surroundings. My head was propped up on something, a pillow perhaps, and I was laying on a black leather couch. The room seemed to be well designed. I would love to meet whoever put it together. All the colors complimented each other very well.
    The stranger had tears welling in her eyes, "Mari, thank goodness! We were so worried about you!"
     The brown girl had brown hair with faded orange tips that had been put in two braids. She was wearing orange cardigan over a black tee and a pair of black large frame glasses. She looked tired and a little heartbroken, but her eyes had a happy little sparkle in them and she had a small smile on her face.
     "I'm really sorry to burst your bubble, but do I know you?"
     Her smile disappeared, along with the sparkle in her eyes. She looked like she was about to breakdown in tears.
     "You lost your memory, didn't you? For real? Please don't be playing with me Marinette!"
     "Is that my name? Marinette?"
     The girl nodded and burst into tears. It was awkward, and I didn't know this girl, but I felt like her pain was all my fault. I couldn't help it. I had to comfort her.
     So, that's what happened then. I had amnesia. I didn't know this girl, but she obviously knew me. I felt her sorrow. Someone she cared about forgot her. I forgot her. Heck, I forgot my identity. Who was Marinette?
     The stranger began to calm down again, "I'm your best friend, Alya Cesaire."
     I smiled. The pounding in my head was beginning to die down, thank goodness. "Nice to meet you Alya."
     Alya swallowed back her sorrow. She looked miserable and I wished I could just give her a hug and tell her this was all a big joke. But I couldn't.
      "Um, I hope you don't mind me asking, but how did I loose my memory?"
      Alya flinched. "I can't tell you. It's against the rules. As much as I want you to remember, I respect the miraculous too much."
     "Miracu-what?"
     "I shouldn't have said that. Look, it's not my choice. It's someone else's... But maybe Adrien will give you more information. He's more likely to break the rules."
     My head hurt again. This whole thing creeped me out. She made it sound as if my amnesia wasn't accidental, like someone did this to me. I hated them so much.
     Alya said something about "miraculous". As far as I'm concerned, that's an adjective, but she used it as a noun. I don't why I care so much. I guess Marinette is a grammer buff.
     She also mentioned a boy. Adrien... Something about that name gave me goosebumps. I could feel a connection to it, just as I had when I saw Alya and heard her name.
     "Slow down!" I screamed, tears welling in my eyes. All of this was overwhelming, and it hit me like a tsunami. "I don't know what's going on or who I am or who you are! I asked the question thinking you'd say I hit my head on a table or something, but instead you hint that someone did this to me on purpose and "the miraculous", whatever that is, and some boy and I- I'm sorry... This is just... A lot to take in all at once."
     Alya momentarily looked shocked before showing a sad smile, as if my rant reminded her of the past. "It's okay girl. You're not ready yet." Her eyes lit up. "You know, you were out for sixteen hours. You're probably hungry."
     How long? Nevermind. My stomach growled, and I knew she was right.
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Eek! This is kinda short but trust me, it will get longer! I might come back to edit this later but not right now 😅 I'm not an expert at fanfiction, but I'm gonna try my best! I'm not obsessed with this potential outcome, but it's fun to write cause I basically get to rebrand Marinette. 😂 Thanks for reading! More coming soon!