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In Fall of October 2021, a mistreated girl with no memory of her childhood, Maxine Isabella Devlin, and her only best friend, Narciss...
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I whistled my way down the hallway after speaking to Maxine who always ask those annoying questions. I don't blame her though. I didn't think she would ever ask me about who I am but she definitely did seconds ago and I almost leave with nothing like I should've.
She definitely had a feeling something's up with me.
She's not wrong.
I don't know what's wrong with me and I don't know how to fix it.
I don't know who I am.
I feel like I'm slowly changing into someone else and that's something I can't always control. It comes and goes. I've been feeling that way for a long time... either pick sides or stay in the middle. Staying in the middle won't last a while.
"Do you know who you are?" I asked myself, scoffing like this is some sick joke I'm playing games with myself.
I swear, I never like this before. I wasn't crazy, I wasn't weird at all towards people. I've mentioned who I used to be and I'll never be like that version of myself ever again. I felt free before, happy all the time, shit happens.
I'm not sure if Maxine can know any of this even though she's the last Devlin alive and she might need to know certain things.
She doesn't need to know a thing about me.
I might help her figure it out... but something tells me I can't.
A men's restroom door opened while I was on my way back go where guys are by the bar. The guy in the leather jacket that was in the photo, Marcus Greener, stopped in his tracks and I take out my pack of mint gum from my back pocket and removed the silver wrapper.
"Harry Styles," He spoke, adjusting his ripped old t-shirt with his father's leather jacket. Face wet, hair wet, and nails dirty as ever.
