Psychotic Love

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Chapter Ten
Jeremy Zucker - You Should Get to Know Me ft. Quinn XCII

It was the following morning. I was in my bed and I haven't slept a full eight hours. Like a normal brained person should. I only slept three hours in total, not adding the times I woke up and kept on flipping around in the bed, looking for a suitable position.

By the end of the night, the sheets were no longer on my body, but on the cold tile floor. The pillow that should have been underneath my head was now on my flat stomach.

It was useless. I couldn't find a comfortable position in my bed. I usually did. For the past week, I would instantly be knocked out once my head touched the pillow and my body was wrapped around the warm comforter, but not this time.

I couldn't sleep because of the recent events that happened last night.

Last night was a night of complete shocks.

I found out, who I was but not really at the same time. My name is Ivanna Elizabeth Jacobs, it was on paper. So, it had to be real yet, I didn't believe it. Saying the name didn't roll off my tongue with familiarity like I expected it to. It didn't sound right.

when I finished reading the file, I was expecting a flood of memories to sink onto my brain. Something like in the movies or books, but nothing. It was all blank space. No memory of finding out my so-called mother Allison died in a car crash, or how my father, overdosed only a year later from possible depression from her death. How my father left me to go join my own mother in heaven, while I was alone to defend for myself.

I may have had an aunt or a grandparent to look after me while they were gone. It didn't say I was an orphan in the documents. So, I wouldn't have been completely alone, but it wasn't still right or acceptable. No reliable loving father should do that to their child.

And oh yeah! Can't forget about finding out, that I was born in the states- I was raised in Boston, but now I was here In England, London.

I didn't remember any of that stuff.

Everything was piling up into a big junk of confusion.

It wasn't that I didn't believe that I was Ivanna Jacobs. I had no right to not believe it. If a highly impressive hacker was paid to look up information about who you were and your private and social life, you should believe it and I should have.

I wanted to.

But I couldn't. There was something missing. It felt like I was a book and I was missing a few, or lot of pages. And one page I was missing would have all the information of who I was.

I was looking for those missing pages and everyone else was looking for it also.

It was a race of who would find the missing pages first.

And the information from the file wasn't the only confusing thing from last night.

Mr Vasiliev showed me another side of him. A side that I would bet on that not everyone has witnessed.

He handed me my file before he even laid his eyes on it. He probably had motives with doing that action, I wasn't stupid. He probably thought, giving me the file would make me run for the hills. Yet, for some reason, it warmed my heart that he let me read it first, before him and everyone else could.

But with the warmness, the slight fear was hidden deep underneath. When my fingers grasped onto the white neatly closed envelope, I was waiting for him to pull it right back and laugh in my face for even considering that he would let me read it before he could.