Amnesia

Chapter Three - 'how old am I?'

I walked out of the hospital room, less confused and more anxious. My mother, brother and sister waited for me outside the door, miserably leaning against the wall. I was anxious for the car journey, would it be awkward? To me they were strangers, however they know every slightest detail about me, I'm guessing. They certainly have more knowledge about me than I do.

I followed my family into the hospital car park, we walked for what felt like miles, in the heat of what I guessed was summer here, until we reached a white car. Joe opened the car door for me. I got into the back, in the middle, Joe and Adria beside me. I had no idea where we lived...

The car's ignition growled and the car started, our mother slammed her foot down on the gas pedal and tried to escape the crowded car park. As the car passed the hospital gates I decided to take this journey as a chance to ask some questions.
"So... Um, Joe?" I asked in quite an awkward tone, "how old are you?"
He turned to me, after pressing his lips to form a strait line he replied, "I'm 19."
"What about you, Adria?" I smiled, attempting to change the mood of this conversation.
She smiled in return, also trying to tweak the mood, "I'm 17."

I bit my bottom lip, knowing that I needed to ask but it would make everyone feel a little uncomfortable, "...and how old am I?"
Everyone shuffled a little in their seats for a second, "you're 17," Adria answered bravely, "we're twins."

At that moment the car pulled up onto the driveway of a large house. It looked as if it had two floors.

I got out of the car after Joe and walked toward the door. Joe twisted the key in the lock and pushed open the front door. Our mother lagged behind, her car door open, but planted in her seat win her thumbs rapidly hitting her phone screen.
"Adria!" Mother called from the drivers seat, "please can you show Vienna where her room is?"

Adria nodded in reply, even though it was unlikely that our mother even saw her and ushered me up the coffee carpeted staircase. We reached the landing and Adria told me which room was which. The first door from the landing belonged to Joe, then you turned a corner round the banister and the first door from the corner belonged to mother. Then there were two more doors before the bathroom on the end; the nearest room was mine and the last room was Adria's.

I pushed open my door to reveal my bedroom. At the other end of the room there was a massive window, shielded with white curtains. Dotted around the room was white furniture, a white wardrobe, ivory chester draws and a pale bed frame with white sheets. The carpet was a light cream and so were the walls.
Memories of the hospital came flooding back.

I paced toward a mirror, my reflection shocked me. I had mousey brown hair that was the exact same shade as Adria's, sapphire blue eyes and light freckles like Joe's. I was quite tall, nearing 6ft 1, thin and looked much prettier than I felt. I hope that didn't make me sound full of myself, oh well.

Adria knocked the door, "come in," I shouted still staring back at myself in the self-reflecting glass.
She entered the room and stood next to me, I gazed at our reflections in the mirror. I was sure we were  identical twins. The only difference between us was our eye colour. She turned and clasped her hands behind my back, "I've missed you." She said softly.

We both sat on my bed and chatted for a while. Adria was glad of her sister to be home, where she belonged. It seemed as though she had a lot to catch me up with, as her moth became like a water fountain spurting our gossip and explanations about people at our school.
"School tomorrow," she finally announced.
"Who were my friends?" I asked quite bluntly.
Adria picked up a picture frame from my bedside table, she pointed at the faces of over 20 girls, telling me their names. The names entered my head through one ear and simply left instantly through the other. I'm sure I would remember them once I can put names to faces. "And there's you," she pointed to a girl with her hair in a high ponytail, her hands in the air, laughing, smiling. The boy next to her in the photo had his arm round her, who was he?

Adria eventually left, after releasing a ton of information at high speed and night fell. I lay in my new bed staring at the ceiling, nervous for school the next day. After a while of staring and an outrageous amount of doubts and queries, my eyelids fell heavy.
I was later awoke by sunlight filtering through the window and white blind, then into my large bedroom.