Her eyes settled on me. She looked up and down, assessing me, asking herself if I am really worthwhile. After a split second of unsettling silence, it dawned on me. What if she is not as important as I thought she was? What if she is not my best friend? Doubt settled on me like a layer snow, falling down, a perfect sheet of hesetation. Then the snow melted. She came rushing forwards to throw her arms around me, rushing forwards to tear off that blanket of fear that wrapped around me. Tears spills from my eyes, tears of happiness. Happiness that I almost lost.
"Hello," She blurted out. An awkward silence filled the room. It was broken by a mass of giggles that erupted from our mouths.
Friends.
That word echoed in my head as we laughed.
Friends.
Grace's tone changed.
"You were on the ground. Surrounded by vomit and blood. He was standing over you with the dagger. I jumped on him and forced the dagger out of his hand. you probably can't remember me. You probably can't remember anything."
"I remember you. Not what you like or what you eat, but I remember you. I remember you."
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Amnesia
Mystery / ThrillerIt's not every day you get chased by a man with a dagger. It's not everyday you wake up with amnesia. It's not everyday you find a new best friend. A friend to guide you, a friend to be there for you. A friend to betray you.
