Amnesiac

Fourth

It's been a solid week since I moved in in my own house. I was in my room as of now, and I frowned at how dark my room was. When I asked some maids in the house of why my room was so dark, they said that that was the way I wanted it back then.

Maybe I was some sort of a weirdo before.

But I do feel better now. It has been a week and I am more coordinate now and my speech doesn't have the usual stutter anymore. I was back on being fluent and I felt so relieved that I don't have to put so much effort in something as simple as talking.

I sighed as I looked down on myself. I was in all-black clothing, and I feel so odd in them. When I checked my closet to see if I have some light coloured clothes, all I saw was... well, black. This was probably my fashion before I ended up like this.

I stood up from the bed and went to the mirror. It was my first time to look at the mirror since I woke up. I don't know why I didn't get myself from getting in front of the mirror before now, maybe I wasn't just the vain type of person like most people are.

I gasped at the reflection. I was informed that I was pretty, thanks to Darren who says it all the time to me but hell... I was not informed that I am as attractive as how I look right now.

I have round eyes and perfectly dark brown eyes. My eyes were so brown that it actually looks black. And my hair... oh my god my hair was perfect. It's obviously dyed, seeing that it would be so weird if I get my hair some dark blue colour at the tips naturally. I was starting to love myself the longer I look at the mirror and my clothes were no longer odd at my sight. I look like an edgy hipster.

A knock erupts from my door and I wonder who it was. I opened the door and it revealed a red head from behind. She smiled at the sight of me and hugged me once she sees me. I was still weirded out with her presence, but I smiled to her.

"Andromeda!" she says and there were tears in her eyes as she stared at me after we pulled away.

"I'm sorry, but, who are you?" I asked her and smiled.

I took her in immediately. She was like a perfect mixture of good and bad. There she was, smiling. She was like in all hearts and flowers mode with the vibrant smile and bright eyes that she has.

But there was still a hint of badness in her aura. Though she was in all smiling mode and bright eyes type, her clothes were the same as mine and her hair was as brightly dyed as mine. Only that her hair was fiery red.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot about your complete condition and when I just saw you I got all excited and I can't help but pounce on you and all. I've missed you, that is," she giggled. "I'm Lizelle but people, calls me Liz," she says and I smile at her. Unlike at Darren, I think like I wasn't as amnesiac around Liz. I feel like I remember every single thing that I have with Liz, like we have this special, indestructible bond.

"Hi Liz, you're pretty." I complimented her. "I like you hair."

She chuckles and the sound of her chuckle was so delightful and happy that it was infectious. "Oh dear, I am so sorry if I would sound selfish in this moment, but I would prefer having you lose your memory so you would compliment me all the time. You don't normally compliment me when you weren't amnesiac yet, you know."

Her joke picks up on me and I laugh. Sure it did sound a little offensive considering my situation and the hardship I get with the condition, but the way she said her joke was so light and straight to the point that it would just hit you.

"You're my best friend," I guessed and she nods.

"Took you long enough," she winks at me before barging in my room. "I hope you don't mind, I just really do this to you all the time. I just want you to remember everything I do to you instantly. I suck at shit, so this is the only way I can do for you to remember."

I smile at her. "I don't mind. I mean, I would really love to have someone else in my room besides my mother and Darren."

"Well there's the Andromeda that I know," she smiles at me and I was instantly showered with curiosity. Normally, people would want to know something about someone else. But when you have amnesia and have no idea who you are, the slightest thing that would make you remember yourself would be the one to poke your attention.

"What was I like anyway? You know, I can't really remember anything about myself." I opened. Since she claimed that she was my best friend, might as well tell her. Best friends tell each other everything about them, right?

Liz rolls her eyes. "Dear, dear, that is why you were diagnosed with amnesia, right?" she says and I giggle lightly. Her humour was perfect. "Andromeda Martinez was someone unique. Her uniqueness was something that everyone looks up to."

I shut the door behind me and went to the bed where Liz was lying down comfortably. I would normally scold someone who would get on my bed and tell them I don't want my sheets messed up and prefer to have them on the carpeted floor. But maybe since Liz was my best friend, the exception is her.

"Really? I was unique?" I asked her, shocked.

"You are unique," she corrected me. "There are no normal 18 year olds that would gain too much wounds and amnesia and still be able to rock blue hair tips and black clothes." She rambles and I smile up at her.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked her.

Well, turns out, it wasn't just something. It was obviously everything about me. I asked her everything that I would want to ask and know about myself. Liz said she knows practically everything about me and she doesn't really mind answering the questions I would nag her about.

For hours, I figured that I was no longer a virgin and I gave it to Darren in the first year of our relationship. Another was that black was really my thing and I was the gothic type of lady and I was one who never gets into the rules, I was known as the rule breaker. Other than black, blue was my second favourite colour and that was the reason why I have dyed hair at the moment. And the last thing was that I was into boy bands, and that was the best explanation why my room was filled with posters of music figures.

"Thanks Liz, you're a big help." I sighed. "It's so hard when you don't know your own life. It's like you're this book and half of the pages that fills you is missing."

She smiles. "Just remember that even if you don't know yourself, I do. I'm you're your living diary. You're still my best friend and I would still be here for you no matter what." She says. "I mean, come on, we've been friends for 8 years. Our friendship beat the length of your relationship with Darren, it would be stupid to give up now just because of something as light as this."

"You're so amazing," I sighed.

"Thanks, I tend to be cool at most times." She winks at me and I laugh at her.

There was a knock at the door and I stood up to get the door. I swung it open and there revealed my mother. She smiled at me but then her sweet smile vanished when her eyes landed on Liz. Her gaze hardened and for the moment, I thought like I didn't know her at all.

"Yes, mom?" I asked her.

Her gaze from the well comforted Liz darted to me and her smile was obviously forced. "I... I was just checking on you, Andromeda. I just want to remind you for your meds."

I explained to her that I took my meds already and I'll be going to get the time of writing at the journal as a part of my medication. She nods and doesn't stay any further, which is odd. I complained this to Liz and a frown gets in her face.

"I forgot to tell you that your mom hates me ever since." She explains.

"Why?" I asked her and she looks at me, contemplating whether to tell it to me or not.

"She thinks I'm bad influence."

"Well if your humour is bad influence, I would definitely disagree on that." I smile.