Frances Jean King. Such a boring name. Who would name their daughter that? Oh yeah. My parents. Yep. Frances. That's me.
I never liked the name. I make poeple call me Emily. The name Emily is so common that it fits. I have long brown hair. Ive got brown eyes. I'm also seventeen (17). Only one year until I can flee from this household. To bad I couldn't, even if I wanted to. Not because of my family. It's because of me. I'll never get to be normal, for, I'll only forget my adress or how I would get home.
Amnesia, that's what they call it. Mine isn't to bad, but it's bad enough to be labled.Age fourteen (14), I was in the car with my mum. BOOM.Car accident. My mom took a year to recover from a coma, they say it was a miricle she survived whilst being in a coma that long. I only took three days to recover from the coma I went in. My mum is stuck with a few scars, but I'm stuck with memory loss... But I forgive they truck that hit us. maybe it's because I forgot exactaly what happened.
I forgave and forgot what happened and I'm okay with that one-hundred percent.
Over the years I've gotten better. My doctor, Dr. Casey Brown, says at this rate I'll be clear of amnesia at the age of twenty (20). That's good. Right?
"All you have to do is finish high school, the wait a a few years, then I can have a normal life." I always tell myself. Huh. A normal life, if only.
I've got this HUGE journal, tall and thick. It's made of leather and it has an owl carved on the cover of my journal. Every night I write in it. I write the major events that happened that day. I also write the things I learned in school. It's like a diary, except mine is useful.
Every now and then, I do write how I feel and why I feel that way. Sometimes I'm sad, depressed even. Other times I'm mad or angry. It's disapointing that I've only wrote about being this thing called 'happy' a couple of times... This journal of mine is practically my copeing strategy. That and music.
Believe it, or not. I'm going to school ( a public school ) tomorrow for the first time in almost three years!!! Due to my amnesia my mum thinks I should be home-schooled. Luckily, Dr. Casey talked my mum into letting me go to a regular school this summer.
What will happen on my first day back, I do not know yet. Dun, dun, duuun!
