My Teen Resurrection {5}

Chapter Unknown

Surprise!

I didn't know where to put this anywhere in the book in order for it to fit perfectly, so I'll just let you read it as an extra.

Chapter Unknown

I rubbed my arms as I approached one of the graveyard worker, "Excuse me?"

The man turned towards me, and I gave him a piece of paper, "Do you know where I can find these two graves?"

The man never met my eyes, he only pointed, "Down there is Argent." He said, his finger pointing down the gravel pathway, "And up there is McCall." He pointed the opposite direct, "Just follow the paths. Don't know why they keep that Katherine girl's up; not like she needs it anymore."

I nodded at him oddly, grabbing the paper, and walking towards the Argent girl's grave.

Why am I doing this?

As I walked down the path, I searched for the name, walking past every tombstone until I finally found the grave.

"Allison Argent." I read, continuing to stand, "You were only seventeen."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I looked at the sharp looking arrowhead placed in front of her grave.

I bent down, grabbing the object, and pulling it towards my face, "Why do you have an arrowhead on your grave? Why would someone even bring this to a person's grave?"

The arrowhead felt familiar in my fingers, but I ignored it, setting the thing back down, finally taking a seat.

"I don't know why I'm here." I told the stone, "I mean, it's not like we knew each other." I winced, "Wow tactless, umm, sorry?" I weakly apologized.

I groaned, putting my head in my hands as a headache began.

"Hi, I'm Allison."

"Ka-Katherine." A feeble voice stuttered.

I shook my head, rubbing my swollen eyes, "Why are people telling me that I knew you? Why can't I remember my name, or when my birthday is, or who my family is?"

I shook my head, "I'm like this-this person who looks and talks like everyone remembers, but I'm just a shell." I spoke, "I have none of the memories people keep asking me about."

I couldn't help but trace the engraved letters of this girl's tombstone, trying to grasp onto something-anything that could help me get back what was stolen from me.

I let my hand drop when I felt nothing, just cold stone with indentions; nothing.

I bit my lip, feeling utterly defeated as I stared at my hands, sniffling, "How can I remember the unimportant things like how to identify chemical compounds, or-or how to solve arithmetic sequences, or how to write a college formatted essay?"

I punched my fists into the grass beside me, "How come I remember things that are utterly useless? How is that even fair?" I cried.

Its not.

I shook my head, "I don't know why I even came." I scoffed, "I don't even know you."