Complicated Things

Ten| Blurring Realities

"I'm not Taylor Windsor"

I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding. His eyes widen a little, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. He quickly swerves to the side of the road, parking.

His phone rings, cutting through the silence.

"No. There's no problem, Ryder. Yeah she's okay."  He hangs up, rubbing his hand over his face.

Another minute of silence before he acknowledges it.

"What do you mean, Tay?" He turns to me, a tired look in his eyes.

"I'm not Taylor. I'm Allison, my mom died and when I was hit by a car on the same day. Woke up in a hospital and everyone kept calling me Taylor. I have no idea or clue about what happened. And I remember everything not just Taylor's life." I manage to ramble out, releasing another bated breath.

Ethan's head rests back on the seat, his messy hair almost falling into his eyes. His eyes are closed but I know he heard, and every single word at that.

I patiently wait for his reaction, my fingers nestled in my lap. After a minute, he turns to me, the moonlight reflecting his hazel eyes, swirling orbs of green.

" I get that these few days have been a bit crazy. And it might be so difficult navigating your life without memories. It makes you feel like you're a different person, I understand Tay. But you'll be alright once you see this therapist. He's really good, he helped Tyler out of depression. I'll call him up now, he wouldn't mind." He grabs his phone, typing away furiously.

"No,Ethan. I'm not Taylor."

"You're just confused. It happens. " He turns to look at me.

"I read it somewhere. It happens especially with your head injury. You should see a therapist, you would be fine." He turns his gaze back to his phone.

Slowly I raise my hand to rest on his shoulder, he turns to me.

"Just send me home. Please."

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" Taylor! Taylor! " A voice shouts cutting through my slumber. I groggily walk from my bed, fighting the urge to roll up in my sheets.

I open the door, my eyes barely staying open.

"Yessh you look terrible." Amber  says in an unusually cheery tone. She's already dressed in her uniform, her blonde hair straightened to her shoulders.

"What's it, Amber?" I ignore her statement, my mind reliving the previous night events. The rest of drive that was shrouded in uncomfortable silence. If anything, I feel beyond exhausted and I'm sure it reflects in my features.

" I brought you a gift. I didn't know they still printed these but I guess they do. So I got you all the best ones." She pushes me aside, walking away with newspapers piled up on her arm.
She sets it down on the side table, a huge grin plastered on her face.

I've never been so scared of a smile before and contemplating whether to ask for help before checking them out.

"Have a nice day." She walks away, her heels clicking against the marble tiles.

Gingerly, I walk towards the table, my body momentarily freezing as I stare at the front pages.

A wave of nausea washes over me, and I feel the need to crawl and hide away.

A picture of me crouched picking up the broken glass is printed on the front page and worst part is the the headline.

Is The Billion Dollar Fortune Heiress Losing Her Mind?