I could see- no- remember faint ideas. It's hard to explain, but it's as if my memories are just faded strips. Sort of like déjà vu, only I know it happened before.
I found myself on a bus, surrounded by strangers, heading to an unknown location. The voices were fuzzy, and distant.
Someone kept repeating the name; "Emily, Emily, Emily, Emily"
The person cake up to me and snapped in my face. "Emily?"
"A-are you talking to me?" I uttered out for the first time in what felt like years.
"Duh. You ok?" The person asked.
"Yeah" I said.
My name isn't Emily, it's Joyce.
YOU ARE READING
Who's Emily?
Science FictionRandomly waking up in a stranger's body isn't fun, especially when you have no memories of your life before. Except your own name. [Sofia Lillis as cover]
