Silent Truths, Loud Lies ((Finished))

Silent Truths, Loud Lies ((Name Suggestion?)) Chapter 7

HER

"Hi, I've lost my memory so sorry if I don't remember any of you." The words were strained as they left my trembling lips. Everyone's eyes were cold as they stared me down, no one looking like they cared in the least of what was going on. I bowed my head to let my brown waves fall over my face, walking to the table where Alonso sat. His brown eyes gave me a sympathetic look.

"I should've told you earlier but... because of Jake everyone's-"

"Everyone hates me." I flop down in a seat, wrapping arms around myself. I should've expected something like this when that Jake guy showed up. He'd acted so bitter against me, just before I'd spoken to him. Truth be told, I don't think what I said was true. And when I'd said those words... some part of my head began to hurt. It was a miracle I was able to hold it in until now.

I rubbed the back of my head then, staring up at the ceiling. Thinking back on the weekend, I hadn't found much about myself. Or the life I used to have. No pictures of me or friends, of mom or anyone for that matter. Not even of family or some sort of blood relations. It was like my family had been isolated. Not just me.

I hadn't lied to Alonso when I'd told him that I'd Googled my name, but what I hadn't told him was what else had come up. There was a newspaper article, something about police files and other things on the Google page. But when I'd clicked onto them, they'd all been blocked. Every single thing had gone straight to an advertisement while a small message at the top of the window said I could not access the files. Even the newspaper article was useless, having only my name and two others that I didn't remember and something about police investigations. Nothing else.

After a few more frustrating searches on the Bing search engine and the Yahoo version, I gave up and went on to looking through more things. By then, Alonso had gone back to his house, telling me he'd pick me up for school. The guy was sweet, and I had no doubt he liked me - or at least the me from before- but it felt like he himself had his own secrets to hide. Especially with the way he snapped so easily. It could just be a little anger issues but there's bound to be a bad past with him.

I'd even gone to Google his name too, just for the heck of it. What I got? Some saints, a church and something on wikipedia about a Spanish Conquistador. Nothing about the actual Alonso in question. But I guess that's how things go when you're not in a movie. You can't immediately get results, nor are your searches always there.

I chewed on the eraser of my pencil, staring out the window. I hadn't found much in the house. I'd looked through Janelle's - mom's- room too, thinking maybe I'd find some numbers for my cousins or something significant that could help me figure out who I was. Or who I used to be. The pencil snapped in my mouth, the result of me chewing on it and pulling at it at the same time. I stared at the remnants.

They were like the remains of my life - or my memory- broken into pieces by some unfortunate accident - a car crash- and unable to come back together. I brought the crumpled pieces back together and dumped them into my bag, sighing.

The bell rang and up I went, following behind Alonso. The halls were filled outside, people bumping into each other and then some grouping in front of classroom doors already, waiting for their teachers. "Where are we going again?" I asked Alonso, barely missing someone's stuff that had been booked.

"Gym," he answered, already starting down the stairs. I went on to follow but a girl at the bottom of the flight of stairs stopped us. Her body seemed to be the definition of 'perfect' and her hair looked salon quality, even if it was a short bob. Alonso groaned, walking down the last steps. "Catherine, what is it this time?"

She smiled, leaning forward and squeezing her breasts with her arms to make them look larger. I rolled my eyes. "It's Cathy, remember? So, Alonso, I'm having a birthday party this weekend. I wanted to know if you-" she noticed me for the first time, and the look in her eyes was calculating. Great, she thinks I'm a third wheel. "and your friend here would like to come?"