Amnesia

7

"And then a year later, your dad passed away. He was murdered. You always said it was your mum but you only ever told me. You never liked your mum. Ever. You guys were always so different! I mean, she likes everything you don't and she never liked me. Oh, by the way, you have a boyfriend called John. Just kidding! You do like him though! You are a straight A student in every class, and you especially like grammar. You always help me with my homework because I'm failing everything, as well as sitting on a D. But, I am the most popular girl in our school though! Mainly because I have killer clothes and heaps of money!"
I sat in silence as Grace filled me in on my life, or rather hers, telling me every detail, filling me in on the ranks of other people, telling me my grades. I wondered if I would ever remember all this, or if it would take me another lifetime to figure it out.
I sat down on the crusty covers of my single bed, taking in my hideous room.
"Did I decorate this sad excuse of a bedroom?" I ask her, scared to hear the answer.
"Well, no. You shared this room with your brother, but he went to university and left you with his gross sense of style and a reeking smell!"
Grace walked over to the closet, with her fingers on her nose, pretending that she would die from the smell, in an effort to lift the mood. I sat there, stunned that she thought I was a two year old in a crib, watching my mother make a fool of herself. I started to feel uncomfortable around her, I started to feel hate and envy bubble up in my cauldron of emotions, overflowing and I didn't know why! Her figure, her money, her popularity, everything. I wanted it! I didn't have it and I wanted it!