Help Me Remember

Chapter 3

Charlotte Walsh's POV

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I hadn't slept all night. I just stayed awake looking at my ceiling. For once even Oscar's cuddles couldn't bring me to sleep. I think it was the anxiety of first day of new school. I had no idea how I was like at my old one so this was more like a childs first day at kindergarden.

The alarm rang obnoxiously, filling my head with its annoying monotonous tone. I fumbled with my phone to turn off the alarm and gave a small groan of displeasure. I fell back in bed and pulled the covers over my head, contemplating whether I should fake sickness.

I decided against it. I can't runaway from school forever. No matter how much I wished, I couldn't will it into happening. Though it would be cool if I could.

No one enjoys the first day of school but for me it was different. Firstly, It was my first day in a new school, with zero friends and secondly, as if I hadn't suffered enough, I was a patient suffering from amnesia. I mean I knew no one would bring that subject up, but still paranoia crept along my body.

Another thing, that boy from two weeks ago, Natsu, what about him? What if I saw him? Should I go speak to him, or would that seen too clingy? I had felt a tug towards him that day. As if I was meant to be with him. Not in a romantic way, but more like he could help me get my answers.

I don't, in any way, deserve this. Is karma on vacation or something because I demand justice.

"Why can't I just stay at home?" I had whined to Aunt Camila yesterday.

To review, I had gone through a traumatic event and suffered from long term memory loss. I was more than justified to take a break.

"Oh, but honey, education is important."

Which in my opinion was a weak response. But she and I both knew what she really meant. To act as if everything were normal. To forget the only few things left in my memory and move on as if nothing was wrong. To not cling on to the memory of their existence as if it were not the only past memory I had left.

Key words (and also my answer): "As if!"

Things are still heated up between me and Uncle Tom so I don't bother to take my complaints to him.

Realising being tardy on my first day of school would only make things worse, I stumble out of my cozy bed leaving the warmth and protection of my blanket, only to discover awful cramps in my shoulder.

GREAT. Note the heavy and lethal amounts of sarcasm.

I step over Oscar, who is still asleep. Boy, am I jealous. A dog's life must be so simple.

I go through my closet, looking for an outfit. Aunt and Uncle had taken me to the mall to buy me some new clothes, an attempt to cheer me up. They bought me anything I looked at, perks of being loaded I guess. My closet was currently filled with brand new hoodies, jeans, jackets, dresses and a couple of more formal wear.

My main focus was looking nice and presentable, but nothing too over the top.

I pull out a grey blouse and denim shorts, and pair it with sneakers. Heading to vanity I pick up the red lipstick I had found a fondness towards and apply it to my lips. I happen to actually like my freckles and don't bother with foundation.

Oscar, who had just now woken up, barked excitedly all the way down the stairs, undoubtedly having smelt the pancakes and already plotting how to get a few bites out of mine.

I enter the dining room, filled up Oscar's bowls of water and food. Then sit on my respective chair. I didn't notice at first but Uncle Tom was there too. Silence ensued.