Strangers

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“We need a break” she said as she wept “I need a break from all of this, I can’t take it anymore” I stared at the women who claimed to be my mother. She wanted to leave and it was all because of me. It was because I was sick.

“Look” said the man believed to be my father “how about we go on vacation somewhere we can both relax” he sighed “take some time off, forget about the world for a bit” forget about me, he meant. He knelt down and sat next to his weeping wife. They seemed to have forgotten I was still in the room.

It was my entire fault my mother became depressed, it was because I couldn’t remember her. I stared at the figures who sat on the floor holding each other. I am a burden to them now, someone they wanted to forget.

They left two weeks later, leaving me and my twin brother alone. My twin brother who can’t look me in the eyes. My twin brother who avoided me every chance he got. It was because I couldn’t remember him either.

Amnesia, it was a curse. Not being able to remember your family. Not being able to remember yourself. What kind of person was I? Is seems like I didn’t have anyone but my family. I had no friends, was I a bad person? Did I do something bad? To the point where even my twin brother wouldn’t even look at me? These questions played through my mind over and over again.

One thing I knew for sure was that I was a horrible person, I am a horrible person. My parents left because of me. My mother wanted to forget me. Lane, my brother, who looked like a male version of me. Strawberry blonde hair and forest green eyes. Except his eyes were much lighter than mine, more beautiful, happier.  He spent most of his summer out of the house. He left early in the morning and came back late at night. He never talked to me, never looked at me. It was like I didn’t exist, maybe I shouldn’t.

The doctors believed my amnesia was due to a traumatic experience. My parents told me, I had gotten into an accident. They said it would be best to move on. They stated I would transfer to my brother’s school. Instead of my all-girls school, which seems like I wasn’t permitted to go back there. They didn’t want me either. Lane on the other hand didn’t like the idea that we would share schools, he wanted his senior year to be his best and it appears I would ruin it. I didn’t argue about the switch, I hadn’t muttered a word since I left the hospital; I supposed it would be better if I didn’t say anything.

“That was the best I’ve ever had” Magen? Morgan? Miranda? I couldn’t remember her name, not that it mattered said. Her naked body held mine. I don’t remember how I’d met her, not that it mattered either. I just needed a distraction, I couldn’t sleep. Every time I slept I had nightmares, so I avoided it as much as possible. I would see her every time I closed my eyes, those eyes staring right into mine. My guilt ate me up alive.

“Morgan” I didn’t look at her as I whispered it.

“its Melissa” she said not bothered.

“tell me you forgive me”

“what?” she asked “but you didn’t do anything”

“just say it” I sighed “say I forgive you Travis?”

“I forgive you Travis” she hugged my back, and put her hand through my hair “I forgive you Travis”

“Taviee” she whined, “Traviee”

 “What’s with the nickname” I sighed annoyed “my name is Travis not Traviee” I got up to search for my clothes.

“You’re leaving already” she whined again, sex with her was not worth the whining. I didn’t answer her as I put on my shirt and began to leave.

“Wait!” she got up and followed me “here’s my number” she handed me a piece of paper. “Call me” I nodded and left. Before I got into my car I threw the paper on the ground, hoping I would never have to see her again.