7.
The day we went on holiday...THE DAY WE WENT ON HOLIDAY. Was that to ‘Tunisia’? I don’t know but suddenly I remembered something. Something triggered my memory. Her, Zan, telling me about my family and getting the facts wrong. But I don’t remember the next day after her birthday; it must have been the day we went to Tunisia.
Zan was right.
That means...
But I didn’t remember anything about going on holiday did I? Zan said I was going to Tunisia and I thought that I hadn’t even said the word before. But now, I can remember someone telling me the day we go on holiday is Uncle Teds birthday.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
Well, it’s a good thing because;
a. I might be getting my memory back
b. I might remember what happened to me
c. I might remember what happened to my family
d. I might find out where I am and what I’m doing here
e. I might be able to find out why I can’t move, or talk.
But it’s also a bad thing because:
a. Zan might be right about the horrible story
b. Zan might be right about the horrible story
c. Zan might be right about the horrible story
My conclusion is that it’s more of a good thing than a bad thing.
*phew*
The ‘bad thing’ list was really starting to scare me.
And the really scary thing is everything on both lists are possibilities.
“Hello, Haley darling...oh dear your breathings sped up, what have you been thinking about, have you remembered your family?”
Don’t call me darling.
Don’t ask questions, I can’t answer.
I never forgot my family.
Why does it matter about my breathing anyway? I mean, I wasn’t breathing that fast was I? Okay, my heart might have started beating a bit faster, but she can’t see that unless she had some kind of machine! A bit weird if you ask me.
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Teen FictionLife just doesn't make sence what so ever right now... Zan just makes it worse, i'm stuck here, and i don't even know where 'here' is, i can't move, talk, i haven't eaten in days. The worst thing is i can't remember anything other than pointless par...
