Insanity is the Only Path to Happiness

Anyone Can be Anything...

I slept like a tired weasel that night, and if you find that analogy weird, you have obviously never seen a weasel sleep. They play hard, and do not wake up easily. But, when I woke up the next morning, I found that they had all left. They left a note on the fridge, saying that they had all gone to a movie and hadn't wanted to wake me up. I could go if I wanted; the keys were on the counter, and there was food in the pantry and fridge. I went back upstairs, deciding whether I should leave or not.

Finally looking at myself, I realized it would be in everyone else's best interest to stay off the streets. I looked hideous. My eyes had huge bags under them, makeup smeared all around my face and my skin was cracked and flakey. First order of business was to shower.. Immediately. When I got out, I was towel drying my hair when I noticed the color was fading. But that should have not been 5 weeks. It's only been 3 since we moved here. Then, I realized something. I had remembered when we moved here. I squealed and jumped; I was getting memories back.

No matter what had happened, I was ready for anything. I was getting my memories back and everything would be ok.

Of course, the universe took that as a personal challenge and sent someone to the door. After opening the door, I peeked outside and saw Max. Instantly, my cheeks began to flame.

"Hey, Thia?" He was collected, almost as if he wasn't affected by what had happened yesterday. I felt angry at that thought. It had been my first kiss, he should be affected.

"H-hey Max." I cursed myself for stuttering; for showing weakness. If he wasn't going to, then I wasn't about to either.

"So, there is this gig on Saturday. I was hoping you would come with me? As friends?" My eyes widened. On the inside, I was screaming for him to take back the friends comment. I wanted to be so much more than friends. But on the outside, I said, "Sure. I think I'm not busy that day."

He looked relieved. "Great, I will text.. later."

I nodded and then shut the door. After walking to the kitchen, I seriously rethought every aspect of that decision. Oh what had I just gotten myself into?

The next few hours passed uneventfully. I watched a few episodes of Wipeout, cooked some frozen shrimp and served it, to myself, with a butter-basil sauce I made up on the spot and actually cleaned the room I staying in.

When the others came home from their movie, they apologized for leaving me alone for so long. I waved it off, stating they were totally fine. They took it well, all except for a girl in the back who stared at me as though I had killed her grandfather. But, when I had asked Declan about it, he said it was fine and that Lydia didn't mean anything.

There was a few small incidents that ended up causing me to head back up to my room. One of the incidents involved Lydia, the other two were meaningless. But, I still was afraid of Lydia. She didn't seem as though she liked me very much. But, it was ok. She probably was weirded out by the fact I couldn't remember her.

I thought nothing of her odd behavior until Saturday rolled around and I awoke with a sudden scream. My nightmares had come back, but this time, I was shaking and I could feel my lip had broken open from how hard I must have bitten it. The metallic taste was disgusting. I got up, washed my face and sighed. It was going to be awkward, but I was going to go through with it.

Max wouldn't know what hit him.

I got ready, a lovely black and white lace dress that tiered down in the back. I threw on a red cardigan to add a splash of color, and then slipped on some lace heels. I did my makeup very simple, then added a bold lipstick. Simple and bold accents. That was a phrase that almost perfectly described me.