Lost memories.

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Millie

You know that murderous feeling you get when your dreams are getting to the good part, but then they are rudely cut off by irritating whispers? Yeah, im getting that now.

"Vince, stop it!" A smooth but, cold voice scolds. However, it seems like he hasnt stopped doing whatever he is doing because another voice speaks up.

"For crying out loud, im so embarrased to even call you my brother. Would you just quit it already!" The voice this time is masculine.

"Tommy make him stop its disgusting! If she wakes up, she is gonna kill you, Vince." The last voice is sweet and girly but her words startle me, making my eyes snap open. I regret it as soon as ive done it because theres a huge blob of spit staring me right in the face. Before i can even move, the spit lands right in the middle of my eyes. Instinctively, i shut my eyes and take a deep breath through my mouth to stop me from lashing out. I am going to make him experience the utmost excruciating pain he has ever experienced in his entire worthless life.

"Pass me the freaking towel!" A new voice, that i assume is Vince shouts and i can tell by the tone of his voice that he is freaking out. Yeah thats right, be scared.

"You can open your eyes now," he says after wipping my face. Sitting myself up, i open my eyes and glare at the brown eyed boy facing me.

"Millie im so-" the sound of my palm colliding with his cheek cuts him off.

"That, is for invading my personal space and getting your slimmy and disgusting spit on my face," i am so angry right now and my palm stings from the blow. But damn, that felt good.

"Okay maybe i deserv-" another clap of thunder cuts him off as my palm strikes him again.

"What the hell was that for?" He shouts, hands all over the place, for exaggeration.

"I just felt like hitting you that time," i shrug. Man, the look he gives me... His face is so red he looks like he might just explode.

"Well l-"

"Jheez Vince, shut up. I could hear you from down stairs." James cuts him off as he walks into my bedroom. I got discharged from the hospital two days ago, you see. Now I was back in the comfort of my own home. Well, more like a mansion, really.

"Tell that-" again he can't finish his sentence.

"Dude, what the hell happened to your face?"  Don't beat aroud the bush there James.

"Your girlfriend happened." Vince glares at me for emphasis.

"Now, now Millie, what did i say about violence." James says in a patronising voice as he kisses my cheek. The moment he does it, everyone cringes away from him, either groaning in disgust or making gagging noises.

"What?"James asks, looking confused.

"He spat on my face." Now its my turn to be blunt.

"Oh, thats nasty!" James shouts, scrambling away frrom me.

"You think!" With an eyeroll, i stomp off to grab some clothes to change into.

"Hey, where are you going?" A girl with long blonde hair and the sweet girly voice asks.

"Im gonna have a shower," i respond before heading for my ensuite bathroom.

"Gosh, i wondered what that awful smell was," Vince 's voice makes me stop in my tracks. A wave of anger surges through me and I just can't help myself.

"I don't have a clue as to who you are but piss off!" Without waiting for a response I storm off to the bathroom and bang the door shut. The only way to cool off is to have a shower and thats exactly what i do.

As the water run's down my back, i think about what i said before storming off. I realise now that i dont actually know who any of them really are, yet they seem to know me. The way they were all sat around my bed and talked to me seemed like they've known me for a long time. As if they were close friends of mine. But how come i dont remember them? Oh yeah, i have amnesia.

Lately though, i have been trying this new pschcotherapy, where in which i close my eyes, clear my mind and focus on what i need to rememember. Its really hard to get into the 'zone' but once im focused, the memories do immerge at some degree. They arent always clear and straightforward, sometimes they are totally random. However, i do find it useful. So for some time, i just stand underneath the shower, letting the water flow over me but not really feeling it. Instead, i focuse on trying to remember who the people in my bedroom are. It takes a while for me to get in the 'zone' since im still fuming. Finally, i get the connection and the memories appear in flashes but they are blury and bits and pieces that dont really make much sense. From what i see though, i gather that each small piece of information that pops into mind signifies each peeson in the group. Its easy to tell which bits represent which person. For example, not being steriotypical or anything but the girl i saw in all black could not be associated with bright yellow, which obviously leaves the blonde girl. That kind of stuff is what i regain and its just such a slow process but what can i do right?

Once ive finished changing into a grey and black striped jumper and black leggings, i put my hair up to dry naturally. Slowly, i open the door but no-one seems to even notice. This gives me a chance to observe from a distance.

My room is unlike any normal teenagers one. Well at least thats how i like to see it. Its hug for a start. On the left, is wall length walk in closet. On the right are french doors that lead to a balcony. Right in the middle of the room is a queen sized bed with a flat screen TV that slides out whenever i want. The bed directly faces my ensuite bathroom. The colours of my room arent really teenagery, im a bold artistic person so i have a mixture of red, white and black. But the walls, oh the walls describe me best. They are filled with drawings and paintings that i did myself, like my own personal graffitti walls. Really cool. From the bathroom, i have full view of the entire room. At the moment my bed is occupied by James, whose tapping away on his iphone, the blond haired girl and a brown haired boy, whom i assume is Tommy, talking quietly. Gosh they are the perfect two. On the floor, leaning against the bed is Vince and the emo girl with short spiky black hair. I can tell by the way they look at each other that there is something going on between them but they arent the type to confess their love for each other. This is my friendship group huh? I wonder how we all became friends. Well theres only one way to find out. Taking a deep breath, i push off the door frame and make my way towards the bed.