Don't look back [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 5

Liza's POV
I glanced at the empty doorway, I didn't want to be left alone.

"Where are you guys going?" I asked.

Mason glanced down at his sweats. "We have baseball practice."

"Can I go?" Mason gave me a surprise facial expression.

"You hate going to baseball games. The only reason you do go is because of Alex."

"Well, I don't know who Alex is!" My hands balled into useless fist.

"I don't know what I hate. Or what I like. Or what I'm supposed to do or say. I don't recognize any of this. To make things worse, now I find out that everyone apparently hates me including my best friend, who disappeared at the same time as I did." I looked around the room, close to tears. Mason didn't say anything for several seconds, and then he walked in front of me.

"Liza, it's going to be okay" he said.

I was sick and tired of hearing that everything is going to be a okay, when's it's not. I was stuck in this life I didn't remember, I was in the life of a girl named Elizabeth Shaila Koshy and the more I knew about her, the more I was starting to hate her.
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On Saturday I met my friends...for the first time. They talked. A lot. And they sounded and looked the same. They crowded around me, hugging and crying. My mom was in the kitchen, sipping wine at eleven in the morning. One of the three girls stood out from the rest. Her name was Jessica. She was blond with tan skin. She was also tall, skinny, basically perfect. She was the type of girl you would see win a beauty pageant.

"We're so glad your okay, Liza. All of us have been so worried." Jessica said.

"Thanks" I said.

Jessica glanced over her shoulder at my mom and then leaned forward and spoke in a hushed voice. "And were really hoping that Gabrielle will show up." I was curious as to why she was whispering that, I looked at the other girls. They all nodded like little dogs.

"Me too" I responded.

"But your...mom says you don't remember her" said one of the girls sitting to the left. Her name was Andrea.

"That's is true" my mom said, while drinking more of her wine.

"I don't remember anything, but the doctor said the memories will hopefully come to me." The girls liked relived and then they started talking about school, the upcoming start of baseball season, they also talked about how my relationship with my "hot boyfriend" was the best, at least that's what Andrea said. "I think that's enough for today girls." My mom said walking towards us.

"Liza needs her rest."

"Mom!" I snapped, feeling embarrassed to be treated like a small child.

I pushed back, toppling over the bar stool, and stood. My knees shook, and my voice came out in just a whisper. "Mom..."

My mom grabbed my hands, with widen eyes. "What is it?" She asked.

My heart pounded irregularly. I didn't know how to explain it. I knew I'd snapped at my mom before like that. I'd felt that way before, frustrated, annoyed, and angry at her.

"Elizabeth?" She said, looking at me.
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The rest of the night, I'd searched the internet on dissociative amnesia, and than the fact that it was linked to traumatic events and mental illnesses. There was little information on how, or if, I'd get my memories back.

"What really happened?" I heard a voice say. It caused me to startle. I turn around and it's my mom.

"Elizabeth answer me" she demanded.

"It wasn't a big deal. I just remembered getting...mad at you before, snapping at you. It caught me off guard." I said

She stared at me for a moment. She walked closer to me. Her hands were shaking. Tears built in her eyes. "I never thought I'd be happy to hear you remember being upset with me, but I am"

I gave her a nice smile. "Lame, huh?"

"No it's not lame, it's progress" she said. "But I do think you should take it easy this weekend." She continued.

I arched a brow. "I was reading about this, and the articles said I should be around things that are familiar. That will spark my memory."

But I didn't know what was familiar to me.