Forget-Me-Not

14

I was laughing, like I've never had a good laugh in my life. I took a bite of my Peperoni pizza that they order even if Hawaiian won. I kick someone under the table and I heard a loud yelp on the other side.

"Olly, can you pass me the hot sauce?" I turn to see a faceless man looking at me. I scream. All the laughter, the kicking and eating were gone.

"Olly?" I felt a hand touched my shoulder. I turn to see a faceless man sitting beside me.

I screamed. "Let go of me!"

I glance and there are four figures surrounding me. There are 3 boys and 1 girl. I didn't ask myself how I knew that. I have to run but my feet seemed to be glued on the ground. I trash in my seat but the person beside me keeps his hold on my shoulder.

"Olly, its us," The faceless girl said.

I shook my head, "No. I don't know you."

"Olivia, it's me," I turn to see Adrian sitting in front of me. "Look at me."

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"Adrian!" I bolt up. I can feel beads of sweat rolling down my face. I wash my face with my hands, ever since I saw that scrapbook, I've been having this nightmares. I rest my head on my pillow and close my eyes but I kept on seeing those faceless people staring at me. There's no point in sleeping.

I decided to have an early morning coffee. I glance at my alarm clock to see the red lights blare 4:33 A.M. I let out a sigh and leave my room. The lights in the hallways are on, Mrs. Ferro isn't up yet. I cautiously walk towards the stairs but I stop. I stare at the door.

The room is always unlock, I wonder why. The room looks the same as I last saw it before. The instruments on their designated places. I hesitantly grab the violin case. I rest the base on my left shoulder as I rest my chin, a paper on top the piano lid captures my attention.

I carefully place the violin to the side and grab the music sheets. The notes are unfamiliar to me, its like it was composed originally. There are some notes that doesn't match one another, I grab the violin and start to play the first note. On the bar, I stop playing when the song went off-key. I grab a pen on the table and change the note to match the tone. I'm so engross in editing the music sheets that I didn't realize that the sun has risen already.

I decided to play the whole edited song for the last time. It still need a little more changing but it sounded better than it was before. As I was placing the violin back to its original place, there's a knock on the door.

"Come in," I say.

The door opens and it reveals Timothy, who looks at me with alert eyes. "You're up early."

"I can't sleep," I shrug.

I hear him sigh as I turn to him. "Do you have any plans today?"

"Not that I can think of," I pause. "Why?"

"I appointed us a meeting with Dr. Jean at ten o' clock."

I frowned. "Who's Dr. Jean?"

"She's a psychiatrist," He cross his arms on his chest making his triceps bulge. "It have been months and you keep on having this nightmares."

"I don't need a psychiatrist then, since I haven't had any nightmares except for last night," I shrug my way past him towards the stairs.

"Olivia, please," I can hear his footsteps following behind me. "Let's just go and check it out."

I stop on the bottom step and turn to him. "No, Timothy and that's final."

"Olivia—"

"I said stop!" I exclaim, feeling my chest rise up and down. I can feel the tears form in my eyes but I did my best not to let it fall. "I don't need a psychiatrist. Those were just dreams, Timothy. You're a doctor, you should know about this."

He sigh. "I know but maybe it can help a little."

I stare at him like he grew another head. Instead of answering him, I turn to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. I shuffle around the kitchen, ignoring Timothy, who decided to sit down in the breakfast table. I make pancakes enough for ten people and bacon for a whole basketball team.

I grab two plates and stack a pile on each plate. I hand one to Timothy and sit down in front of him. After a moment of silence. I drop my fork and look at him. "Who are you, Timothy?"

Timothy stops slicing his pancakes. "What do you mean?"

"I always have this feeling inside me saying that I know you." I tested his waters. He stares at me with no expression at all.

"If I tell you who am I, will you remember me?" Timothy says softly.

I look away. "I may. I had this dream once..." I trail off and glance at Timothy, who is looking at me, calculating.

"Go on," he gesture.

I sigh. I told him the only dream I can remember, that was when I was six. The day that I found out that my father left us for good. I told him that Adrian is brother, how I met up with him and him saying that I wasn't his sister. After, I minute, I look at him to see his green eyes filled with happiness and relief.

"Its true," Timothy breaks the silence. "Adrian Chase is your brother."

I stare at him, like he grew another head. "How did you know his name?"

Timothy stands up and grab our plates. I followed him, its quiet obvious that he won't answer my question. "Timothy, how did you know?"

I watch Timothy act like he didn't hear me. He continues to wash the dishes like I wasn't there, but that didn't stop me from getting the answers that I want. "Timothy! Stop ignoring me!" I was so close to tears when he continued to ignore me. I sigh and turn to leave the room, but before I can move his hand grabs my elbows and force me to look at him.

I open my mouth to answer but before I any words can leave my mouth Timothy beat me to it. "Because you used to be mine." He said before crashing his lips to mine.

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Hey!

I'm so sorry for the long wait. I never wanted it to take time. I finally finished my exams so, as a reward to myself I'd decided to post this chapter. Its not much, but I hope you like it.

As you all know, Olivia barely have any flashbacks or nightmares. Well, with a person with amnesia its not every night that they get to have flashbacks of their life. And to why Olivia refuses to go to a specialist. I just don't want her to go all through the trouble.

Please let me know what you think.

Love lots,

lala :D