Forget-Me-Not

10

I feel bad for not telling Timothy what happened in the mall days ago. I can feel my conscience knocking on me. I decided to go to the music room to ease my conscience. I can see the door to the music room slightly ajar and a soft melody coming out of it. I quietly make my way towards the room and shock to see Timothy sitting at the table adjacent to the window writing on the music sheet I saw the other day. So, my suspicions were right.

I quietly make my way inside. I can see that he is so engrossed in what he is doing that he didn't hear me creeping up behind him. I can feel an evil smile making its way to my face.

"Do you think creeping up behind me will work?"

I squeak in shock when he turns around to face me. He has a knowing smile on his face. Dammit, he shouldn't have turned. I'm supposed to surprise him but I was the one who got surprised in the end. I snap out of my shock when Timothy laughs.

"Asshole," I punch his elbow but he just laughs at it. "Shut up. It's not funny."

He stands up, since he's a lot taller than me, he has to look down which is very insulting. His smile suddenly turned into frown. He reach up and cup my cheeks. I can see worry in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I ask, feeling nervous all of the sudden.

He shakes his head as if erasing the though. "Do you still have those nightmares?"

I frown. "I still do but not often."

"Why don't we visit a psychologist?"

"No! I lost my memories, but I'm not a mentally challenged person."

"That's not it," he run his fingers through his hair. "I just..." He let out a frustrating sigh. "Why don't we just go see a specialist? To seek help?"

I move away from him thinking about his words. Do I really need assistance? It has been months since I lost my memories but I still can't remember who I am, where I am from, or why I lost my memories. My nightmares are all the same, all I can see that I fell off a cliff and died. I wasn't able to see the faces of the people who were after me. I feel a shiver run down my spine when I recall about my dreams. Why won't it run away? What do my dreams meant? Are they my memories?

I feel a sudden sharp pain on my head. The pain travelled throughout my body. I let out a whimper as I fall to the floor clutching my head. I felt a sudden warm around me, it eases the pain a little bit but the pain felt like my head being forced to be split open. I can feel my breath hitches and soon spots filled my vision. Keep it together, Olivia.

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"Why do you keep on insisting that I should marry you?" I spat.

He grab my hand roughly. "Why can't you just marry me? You are a slut after all."

"You son of a bitch," I remove my hand from him. "You don't have the right to call me that. You want to know why I can't marry you, do you? Well, I'll tell you what; I don't want to marry someone who is after my parent's money, you gold digger."

I can see his face redden with anger. I just hit the right spot. A gasp left my lips when I was suddenly pushed to the wall and he roughly grab my chin and force me to face him. Tears are threatening to fall down my face.

"Listen here, bitch, I don't care less about you. Once I marry you, I get to have a share in your parents wealth, and," I felt his hands roam around my body. I felt so disgusted. His hand landed on my buttocks. "I get to have this."

I push him away with all my might and run away from the room. I heard him run after me, I make way out. Before I can even make it through the door someone suddenly grab my hand and spin around. I was pushed on the wall, I felt my body protest with the sudden impact. Help, that is all I can think of.