Forgotten

Chapter 1

                                                                                  Chapter 1

            When you dream, you feel lost and you don’t know how you got there. This is how I felt when I woke up on September 6, 2013, at 11:45 am. I woke up to this life with the name Rowan and many regrets to unravel.

            My life began not to a mother’s arm but a girl’s hands. I was in a hospital bed with light creeping to my eyes. The girl was around my age, 17, and had olive skin, sea green eyes and dark hair.

“I’m glad you’re ok.” she whispered and made what seemed to be a reluctant smile and like that she left and I was alone to this world.

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            The sound of beeping cars brought me to the present. Cursing and muttering to myself with intelligible comments, I made a sharp right turn. I’ve past this avenue at least seven times and I have gained no memory or recognized anyone.

            I’ve made a couple turns before parking in front of suburban house. This was my home. My family knew me for 17 years but I knew them for only a week.

            I thought my family would be excited or at least happy to see me but as soon as I came home, they didn’t mutter a word and stayed away from me as if I had the plague

            My foster mother is the only one who talks to me but we don’t exactly talk. We say “good morning”, I ask about dinner, and we say our goodbyes when we depart. She seemed kind and talked frequently to the other kids.

            Maybe I did something in the past-I didn’t know but I was willing to find out. 

            There are six of us in my family- one mother and five foster children.

“Hey mom.” I called as I slipped my shoes off. She smiled and I continued our routine by complimenting the weather.

            She nods-it was as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the right words to say.

            The first time I spoke to her, I asked who she was and our greeting ended with one of us crying. I learned to call her mom after that.

            “I’m gonna head to my room.”

My mom nodded,  “Dinner is at seven.”

I nodded and jogged up the stairs and headed straight to my room. I thought my room would help me remember what my life was like.

My room had plain white walls, a bed, a desk and a dresser with nothing else. It was plain and told me nothing about myself.

I sat on my bed. Could it be possible to be living in someone else’s life? What if I was supposed to wake up as someone else? What if someone was living my life and could not gain any memory either.

I shook my head at the impossible.  

            Tomorrow I was starting a new high school. My mom wouldn’t tell me why exactly. Maybe something happened in my last school and it would be easier to start over with a new memory and new people. I didn’t know.