I Am Schizophrenic

Chapter Eleven (Eliza's POV)

Chapter Eleven

 ~ Eliza ~

“I guess your names are Christina Evans and Elizabeth Ronald?” Ashton asked.

I was surprised when he knew our names. I haven’t made any reaction, except looking blankly at Christina, who was supposed to do something about this  problem. I fell into a daydream, when Ashton said Elizabeth Ronald, some memories occurred to me—and I had a flashback.

“Elizabeth Ronald! Come down here to open your presents!” Mom called me from downstairs—it was Christmas!

“Coming!” I enthusiastically went downstairs, finding them all gathered by the Christmas tree.

“What have Santa brought me!?” I asked in a childish voice. I was somehow still a child—I was fourteen, but I had a heart of a baby.

“Obviously nothing.” Stefan told me in a teasing way, sticking his tongue out.

“Liar!!” I told him in the same way.

Stefan was my older brother, he was sixteen at that time. He’s also my best friend, he had always been closer to me than Rina—my twin sister. Rina and I aren’t that close as twins, both of us have her own life, so we’re not close much.

“Merry Christmas, guys!” Rina said as she was coming downstairs.

“To you too, Rina!” Stefan replied.

We’ve opened our presents; Stefan got a new laptop, Rina got two dresses and two pairs of shoes—and I got the new book series which I was dying to read. I’m a bookworm—and proud. They call me a nerd, but I’m pretty satisfied with that. I have always loved Christmas mornings, when we stay together as a family. Casually, we are a very close family—my mother is a housewife, dad has his own office and we’re pretty much normal. No issues, no family drama; except that I sometimes fight with Rina. Secretly, I feared the day when Stefan would leave for college, I won’t have someone to be close to after him—that’s when I have to either interact with Rina, or stay lonely. A Christmas call to my best friends is sacred; we detail each other about our gifts every year. My best friends are Savannah and Noah—they’re amazing and we’ve been best friends since we were in diapers. I loved my life—it was so simple and sweet and I wished it would be the same like that. Unfortunately, everything changed when I turned sixteen.

“How do you know our names?” Christina asked Ashton. I woke up from the daydream, wishing it was real.

“It doesn’t matter,”

“It does matter, Ashton!” Christie cried at him.

“How do you know?” I decided to talk.

Ashton rolled his eyes, looked at us for a second, sighed and told Christina;

“Christina, you don’t remember me, do you?”

She silenced, then looked at me in confusion “No.” she murmured.

We learned from Ashton that he was once Christina’s brother’s friend; what a coincidence, I say. He explained that he used to visit them with her brother—but Chris said she doesn’t remember. Well, the first one was okay. But how did he know my name? when we moved in and my stuff was everywhere—he noticed a photo of I with Noah, my best friend; and on its back was written “Elizabeth Ronald”. Perfect; so he searched in our stuff. He still didn’t know the reason of moving to Virginia, he didn’t know that we escaped from a mental hospital.