Remember to Forget

Prologue

-Prologue-

Wednesday, March 17th 2011, otherwise known as the day I died. The guy that caused this new hell for me is still nowhere to be found so here I am, dead. Okay, truth is I didn’t really die, but that’s not what everyone else thinks.

Today, a week after I “died” is my funeral. My parents, who also “died in the fire with me”, had private funerals, but I decided that I wanted a public one because I wanted to see who all would come.

While I was getting ready for my funeral, it’s so weird thinking that, I made sure to put on special make-up to cover the small, light colored birthmark that is on the upper part of my cheekbone and I put on a wig and some colored contacts so that I wouldn’t be recognized. I wanted to see everyone that came for myself, and help my friends a little maybe, but I just have to remember to disguise my voice.  I most definitely did not expect to see the whole school piled up in the church scattered everywhere, mourning and crying.

This didn’t even make since to me; I had at most, five close friends. I most definitely didn’t know the whole school, I kept to myself. I keep looking around the church at people that never spoke to me, people that were rude to me, and people that, maybe, talked to me once or twice.

 They were all bawling, what phonies.

I then looked towards my closest friends; Lynn, Christi, Penelope, and Rena. They all looked miserable, my heart squeezed tightly at how much they cared for me; I wish I could tell them above I was still alive.

The whole service went by pretty quickly, people said some things, I found myself laughing at the memories my friend shared and crying at others. I couldn’t completely focus though, my mind kept drifting toward that unforgettable night.

The night that caused all of this.

That night I was driving down an old dirt road to a little place I frequently went to get away from my problems. What I didn’t expect to see was what changed my life. A man was digging a trench-like hole and beside where he was digging was a terribly mangled dead body. I stifled my screams, but it was too late, he had heard my car and was staring straight at me and yelling something, but out of my fear I couldn’t hear. I drove away as fast as I could. I went straight to the police and they told me that they’d have a guard with me for the next couple of days while they try to find the man. They never find the man, but the man kept finding me and leaving me notes promising how he is going to kill me as slowly and brutally as possible. Nobody at school knew anything was up and I, frankly, did not want them to.

Those events will always haunt my dreams.

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 After the funeral was over I was leaving the church and someone tapped on me to get my attention.

Gregg.

I didn’t even know he came, I didn’t even see him.

I had the biggest crush ever on him when I was Laylee, now I am Yasmine and I couldn’t let myself continue to like him, I would never be back here again, most likely.

The police said only when they found and convicted the man that was after me that I could come back here and they said that’s if I even wanted to. They also told me not to get my hopes up and that it will probably take four to five years. I will miss it here.

Gregg’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. “Hello, I’m Gregg, who are you?”

“Hi, I’m Yasmine, nice to meet you Gregg.” I said with the closest thing to a smile I could muster up. “Nice to meet you too, how did you know Laylee?”

“She is my cousin. I say is because she may not be here but she will always be part of my soul so she will live through me.” More literally than possible, I thought to myself. “How do you know her?”

 I already knew, obviously, I just wanted to see what he’d say.

“I’m very sorry for your loss and I am glad you feel that way, her friends feel the same. I knew her from school; we have been in at least one class together since Pre-K. No one knows this but I’ll tell you, I liked her and I was going to ask her to the Prom the day she died.” He said sadly, slightly blushing. “I still have the flowers and everything, I’m going to put them on her grave with the card I had written out for her, and I added another card with some other things, too.” It looked as if he was about to cry so I decided I’d tell him something that would hopefully make him a bit less sorrowful.

“I am very sorry for your loss, also, just so you know she liked you, too. Actually you were her first crush. She never could shut up about you,” I said while chuckling softly, slightly blushing but ducking my head so he couldn’t see, “She would have been ecstatic, I bet wherever she is she is grinning more than she did whenever she would win, well, whenever she would when anything.” I am a bad sport when it comes to ANYTHING competitive. “But don’t dwell on this for too long, remember her but don’t let her keep you from doing stuff and dating other people. Okay? Well, nice to meet you Gregg, I have to go now. I’m flying back to Georgia in an hour.”

As I was turning to go Gregg said, “Thank you for telling me that.” It seemed as if he wanted to add something else to that…as I looked up at him questionably he quickly said, “And thanks for the advice, I’ll try to listen to it but I can’t make any promises. Nice meeting you too.” And with that he quickly walked off, still blushing might I add. Huh, weird.

And with that, I left and as I did I left behind my whole childhood, it was time, not to start only a new chapter, but a whole new book. 

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