Who Am I?

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"In fact, this is the train you take every day to school." Alex said, as were on our way to the house. He had been telling me things about my life ever since we had left the hospital, though none of it was really helping.

"Hey, I thought I wasn't going to catch up to you." Looking up, to my surprise, the bulky guy from the hospital was stood before me, holding, flowers? I had almost forgotten about him. "These are for you, Hannah." The delicate pink flowers almost looked out of place in his hands, nevertheless he smiled brightly as he handed - or rather trusted them other to me.

"Oh! It's Sam. It's great that you have such a thoughtful boyfriend, isn't it?" He commented oblivious.

"What!? Boyfr-?!" I started, staring at the boy like he had just grown a pair of wings. I should probably start getting used to things like this I though. What kind of person was I? No matter how you look at this guy, he's-

"You still don't remember me?" The boy- I mean Sam said, his face dropping. No shit sherlock I wanted to reply snarkily. Did he think I wanted to forget my Life?! When I didn't reply he grabbed my arms, quite painfully, and shouted "Don't worry at all! I'll bring your memories back with the power of Love!"

I honestly wanted to laugh at this, I probably would have if I didn't feel so empty. I looked over at Alex and he genuinely seemed... touched? Give me a break. I stood up as I saw the train approaching the platform.

God, if this is a dream, please let me wake up. If I'm being punished, Please, forgive me, Please, I'm begging here.

I was snapped out of my pleading when again, Alex put his hand on my arm. I felt the urge to shake him off again, but resisted. He is my brother! I kept telling myself, or rather kept trying to convince myself. " Don't worry. He said smiling softly, probably trying to reassure me. "Once you see, our house, our street, the photo albums, talk to your friends, i'm sure it will all come back to you" This should have made me feel reassured, bit the unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach didn't leave.

I had finally settled in the trains seat, next to Alex still talking. "Hey, isn't that..." I heard, causing me to turn my head towards to girls, giggling in the corner near the doors. When they saw me looking they snapped their heads away. They couldn't be talking about me, could they? Sheesh, I should stop being so paranoid.

I took in the fair sized house in front of me. "This is the house our parents left us" Alex said, continuing to babble as he had been doing for the entire journey. I guess this would normally be annoying, but it saved me from having to speak. We approached the tan door, and I felt my heartbeat speed up. Perhaps it was because of the fact I didn't remember any more about my "home" then I did when I had first woken up into this new world full of uneasiness.

I stepped into the house, noticing it's open-plan layout almost instantly. It was warm and inviting, yet I couldn't bring myself to relax. "Lucy, you're making dinner?" Alex spoke. I looked over to the kitchen surface where it appeared she was chopping vegetables. It struck me we hadn't had a single conversation. Maybe she was the quiet type?

"T-thank you!" I said. She looked at me like I had just grown another head. So did Alex, although only for a second before he smiled and continued. "Silly! You're supposed to say 'I'm back!'" all I could do was stay as quiet as Lucy. "Hey, I'll show you to your room." He said heading towards a staircase." I call you when dinners ready." He said finally said as we approached a door. I simply nodded before nervously entering.

I was almost shocked by the overly girly surroundings. There was pink frills and fake diamonds everywhere. So this is what I was in to? I stepped inside gingerly and closed the door behind me after watching Alex walk off, I turned my attention to a huge board hanging on my wall. It had pictures of frilly dresses, countless pink post-it notes and a... photo

I sucked in a breath as my eyes skimmed along them. There was me, and two other girls my age, I could hear my heart thumping in my ears, which was strange as I didn't recognize the girls in the photo, rather, I didn't recognize myself. I didn't recognize the girl, whose face was plastered with make up, who's blond hair was in over done curls. Most of all I didn't recognize the girl who was smiling brightly at the camera, eyes full of life.

That night, we ate together at the table. We had lasagna, which was apparently my favorite since I was a little girl. Me and the girl named Lucy were of very few words, while the man name Alex was left hyping up by himself. So I guess this is when my life in this house begins.