Is this the truth?

288 Days Before

288 days before

Being three months pregnant was hell. Well, living with Cameron while being three months pregnant was hell. We haven't talked since he called me a you know what. He's tried to apologize over text but I blocked him on everything. Nash is getting very suspicious as to why I'm so shy now and why Cameron has been in such a bad mood lately. And to be honest, I would be suspicious too. I am dying to tell Nash that it's Cameron's kid because I can't keep this in anymore. Every time he asks how the baby is I just freeze. I am luckily too able to get one or two words out. Went something like this. "Ummm. G-g-ood-d". I hate my life right now. Parents won't talk to me, father of my kid says he loves me when he really doesn't and calls me a whore, Nash is just whatever. I don't care how Cameron reacts, I'm telling Nash. Whether he likes it or not.

I knocked on the door with my shaky hand that formed a fist. Nash slowly opened the door as he was still texting on the phone. When the door was fully open he put his phone in his pocket and looked at me. "Come in" he says. He walks back and sits on his bed. I slowly walk over as I feel like I am going to pass out. I sit down next to him and slowly say "I have something to tell you". It didn't come out as I planned. My voice was shaky and you could tell I was nervous. "What's up? Are you ok?" And that's when I broke. Tears immediately started pouring from my eyes. Nash put his arm around me but I quickly pushed it away and stood up in front of him. His blue eyes were looking at me deeply for an answer. "Cameron's the father of my baby".

I swear I saw Nash's eyes turn red. He looked so pissed. I would be too if I was him. "He's what? You're joking". He said with pleading eyes hoping to God that I wasn't serious with this issue. "No, Nash. I'm not joking. That's why he knew me when I first met him but I didn't remember who he was". I said as I was sobbing and struggling to keep my ugly crying face away. Nash stormed out of his room and started walking down the hall way. I tried to stop him multiple times but he was too strong and I knew where he was heading. To Cameron's room. I saw Nash kick Cameron's door open in frustration and he picked Cameron up off of his chair and swung a forceful, strong punch at his face. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU HAVE SEX WITH MOIRA, YOU PIECE OF SHIT". There was nothing that could stop Nash. I tried pulling him off of him but nothing worked. "NASH, HE'S BLEEDING. GET OFF OF HIM". I screamed in sobs and desperation for him to stop abusing Cameron before he dies. Cameron had blood pouring out of his nose. His face was covered in it. The next thing I knew was feeling a strong, sharp sensation pain in my left eye and feeling my head hit something hard then feeling it hit the floor. Everything started to get dizzy as if the world was spinning super super fast. Eventually, the light started to dim. Eventually I didn't see anything but darkness and heard nothing but Nash's yelling voice. I thought I was dying and then I heard nothing at all. It was over. 

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287 Days Before

The back of my head was pounding like an abusive migraine. I opened my eye lids, they felt heavy, like I had to force them open. A bright light was shining at my eyes "fuck I'm dead" I whispered to myself as the light was turned off. I saw a pretty young brunette lady. "You're not dead, sweetie" she continues with her Tennessee accent "it was just my torch. I'm sorry". Wow. She spoke so well, so clearly. "Do you know why you're here?" she asked as she pulled a peach leather hospital chair over next to the bed and sat down, she sat up with her hands in her lap looking innocent as ever. "Where's my mum?" I asked. "The only thing I remember was sitting with my parents at the dinner table". The nurse lady stared at me like she had just remembered or noticed something about me. "I'll be back" she says. Then she left.
I waited patiently for a few minutes. I'm really confused. How did I end up here? Why don't I remember anything? Then I saw a stranger walk in. But he was very good looking and he was also wearing a hospital gown. And he had bruises on his face like he got into a fight. I bet he got into a fight at the bar or something. He looks about that age. "Moira" he spoke softly. He walked over slowly as he was starring directly into my eyes. He sat down in the peach coloured chair that the Tennessee accent pulled out. "Why did you tell him?" What's he talking about? Who the fuck is this guy? "He didn't have to know". He says as it sounded like he was informing me on something. "I'm sorry. You must have the wrong room". I said. Now I was the one informing. "What are you talking about?"
"What do you mean? I don't know you! What are you talking about?" I said. I may have raised my voice a touch.
"I'm talking about NASH! WHY DID YOU TELL HIM?!" this strange young man started to yell at me as if I was supposed to know what he was talking about. It looked like his eyes were getting glossier. I think he was tearing up but I don't know him.
"Who's Nash? You're scaring me! GET OUT! I DON'T KNOW YOU" I had to yell at this boy for him to leave. He opened his mouth but he wasn't able to let the words pour our as the Tennessee accent nurse came in with another man doctor. "Excuse me, Cameron. May we have a chat with Moira?"
"there's something wrong with her. She doesn't remember anything. Sir" Um. Cameron, I think it was, had his tears rolling down his face. The doctor put his hands on Cameron's shoulders and walked him out. When the boy, Cameron, was out of sight the doctor shut the door and came back over. "Do you know that your name is Moira?" The doctor man said as he also sat in the peach chair. How many people need to sit down in that chair? I remembered that he asked me a questions about Moira. Apparently that's my name? I never remembered that. I looked down and pondered that. "No" I whispered quietly.
"Do you remember anything about yourself? Or your family? Maybe even your whole life?" the doctor asked again.
I-I don't" I simply replied. My mind feels blank. If you cut my brain open it would just be nothing on the inside. That's how blank I feel. Who am I?

The doctor had Cameron and another young boy named Nash. They had told me a lot about myself that I don't remember. And I don't know how to take everything in. though I have a feeling they aren't telling me everything. There had to be much more than just living with them. Nash is my cousin but where's the rest of my family.