Just kiss me

Chapter 25

Rebecca's POV

We walk out of the hospital, Mark beside me carrying my luggage. It's my luggage yet it feels so unfamiliar. 

"It feels really nice to breathe in fresh air not disinfectant." I smile as we make our way to Mark's car.

Those 2 days in that hospital was hell. The food was making me more sick and those nurse's wouldn't leave me alone, they were scared I would rebel and break free from the hospital or something. 

Although I have no memory I'm pretty sure I was rebellious. Or look rebellious.

Right?

A few minutes after Mark stops the car in front of a house that I immediatly become familiar of. 

"You remember this place?" Mark asks as he steps out of the car.

"Yeah it feels really familiar actually."

"Well it's out home." He smiles as he throws me the keys.

"Go inside I'm just going to take out your luggage your room is upstairs first door on the left." He shouts.

I slowly open the door and walk inside. And then without me even knowing I'm surrounded by this warmth and I stand in front of the door embracing it.

Wow I kind of feel really poetic right now.

I walk up the stairs and walk into my room and stand at the doorway not really knowing what to do.

I stand in shock as I let my eyes wander around.

Holy shit.

This is the messiest room I've ever seen in my life. Well I don't really remmeber anything but holy shit this is one fucking pig sty.

I think I walked into the wrong room.

"Whoa damn I forgot how messy this room was." Chad laughs as he walks in.

He scratches his hair and stretches. He must of only just woken up.

"Welcome home sis." He smiles as he pats my back.

"Are you sure this is my room?"

"200% sure." He replies.

"Why's it so messy... I must of lived like a pig." I sigh.

"I'm not going to say anything to that." He grins.

I slap him on his back and step over the pile of clothes and trip. I'm going to need to clean this room as soon as possible or I'm going to die of stress. I can't believe this is how I lived?

How did I even sleep here?

Where even is my bed? I can't see it because all there is, are piles of clothes, books and random other items that apprently belonged to me.

I'm slightly scared of my past. I'm scared of who I use to be. I know I have many people surrounding me but I don't know why I feel so alone. 

"Chad?" I call as I turn around.

But he's not in the room.

I'm currently standing alone in this unfamiliar room feeling so alone. I don't know who I am and it bothers me that everyone else seems to and no ones telling me anything.

Did I have a good life in the past?

Do I actually even want to remember?