A Life I Used To Know (A Hayes Grier FanFiction)

CH2-Going Home

CHAPTER TWO

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Please feel free to suggest anything and help me with mistakes or spelling errors. This story was made possible my my imagination.

Thanks,
Dena

Chapter 2

A couple weeks pass, and I finally get over physical therapy. I could walk, but still have bandages on. My parents have told me things about my past life. But I have a feeling they're not telling me the full truth. I get confused and wonder why they wouldn't tell me anything. Are they afraid? Are they sacred about how I'll react? I'm determined to figure out what the big deal is.

Apparently I don't have any siblings and I remembered my house address. My parents drive me to our house and I get out of the car. I grab my bags from the back trunk and stand in front of my house. It's crazy big for three people, but my parents say that I love our house, so I guess i do. I'm scared of what'll be inside. If I don't like what I used to like. And what if everything has changed. I feel like I'm in a strangers house. I don't know anything about these people who are my parents. I just remember the accident. I don't know anything about my parents and that scares me.

I decide to man up and go inside. When I step into the door, it smells like vanilla. Which smells amazing. I spin around and look everywhere. I guess I do like it! They tell me where everything is and what I usually do and my habits. It's sort of scary when other people tell you what you like or what you don't. They guide my upstairs and we finally get into my room. It's strange that I don't remember my own room. It's really scary too. I look around and get an idea of my hobbies and such so.

My parents suggest that we go through family pictures, but I think it's too soon. My parents leave my room and I put my luggage down and plop on my bed. I stare up at my ceiling covered in glow in the dark stars. 'Strange', I think to myself. I curl into a ball on my side and fall into a deep sleep. Who knows want tomorrow could bring.

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When I wake up, it's 8:14. I'm late for school according to my parents. But they let it slide. They feed me pancakes and bacon for breakfast, apparently my favorite meal. I push the plate forward. Why did I used to like this? I think to myself.

"I think I'm going to get ready for school." I say shyly. I push my chair out want walk out of the room. Just as im about to walk up the stairs from the kitchen, I hear my 'parents' whispering angrily.

"What the hell are we going to so john?" My mother says. I hear him sigh, not in a good way.

"We just carry on", my dad says.

" 'Carry on?' What the hell John? My daughter isn't my daughter anymore and were just supposed to carry on?" My mother yells. I flinch. This remark disgusts me and I run up to my room. I shove my school stuff into my backpack angrily and stomp downstairs. Even if I wasn't me, I was in the same freaking house as her and she had the courtesy to yell that I wasn't her daughter anymore in an echo-y house? It was all bullshit. It wasn't a good start either, I had just gotten home and gotten a feel for things and already she noticed that I wasn't myself. Well no shit, my memories are erased and they can't do anything. And they were just going to have to deal with it. It wasn't exactly my problem, I just wanted to get the whole rebuilding thing over with and get it out of the way, I didn't like the fact that I was starting over.

"Dena? Are you ready???" My mom says. I roll my eyes because she acts like she didn't say what she just said.

"Yeah", I say, not entirely ready for the first day of school with a bunch of strangers.