Babygirl

18

I'm going insane! I haven't left my apartment in days. These projections haven't stopped, they just keep playing over and over again. No matter what room I got in the apartment we're there. Every time I try to rack my brain for the memories or some kind of recollection I get a splitting headache. It feels like someone is hitting me at the back of the head with a shovel and it's gotten to the point where I try to remember until I pass out.

Andre has been calling my phone non stop and Anna to down to my boss called worried about me a few times. My neighbors knock on my door to see if I'm okay, because with the pain of my headaches comes the screaming but I don't have the energy to get up and do anything. I just want this to stop.

I've been staring blankly at the TV for the past few hours, the bottle of vodka in my hand was almost empty and I downed the last of it in a few gulps. In the kitchen was me pressed up against the counter by this Sinclair dude, and I giggled stumbling into the kitchen to get a bottle of wine. I'm going insane.

I sat on the couch again watching as me and him talked about the future. He was listening intently to what I was saying giving his input every once in a while.

Bile rose in my throat and I rushed to the bathroom quickly, empty everything I had in me. I hunched over the bowl with my throat burning until tears came to my eyes and in no time flat I was a sobbing mess on my bathroom floor.

"Kida! Kida, open this door right now I'm not playing anymore!" Andre's urgent voice sounded from outside the front door but I really didn't have the strength to get up and do anything anymore. My limbs felt heavy and there was this funny feeling in my stomach, stars danced in my vision.

I heard a loud crashing sound before Andre appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, there was about six of him and his voice was disoriented. I made out a crying Anna behind him before everything went black.

My eyes fluttered open to see I was in some type of bedroom. Everything was black and red theme and for some reason it all seemed familiar. The silk sheets had a strange but calming scent and they were soft to the touch. I'd been here before. I could feel it.

I looked over on the night stand and immediately grabbed the picture frame that was sitting there. It was me and Sinclair, it looked like we were at a fair or something I was on his back cheesing hard and he was staring at me like I was his world. I don't remember this at all.

The bedroom doors burst open and I jumped seeing a frantic man standing in the doorway.

"Wassup I'm Heath, Sinclair's uncle! I don't have much time before they realize what I've done. Long story short I can make you remember. I'll be in the hospital parking lot at midnight be ready"

"Hospital? I'm not in the hospi-"

I gasped, my eyes shot open and I took a deep breath as if I hadn't been able to breathe for ages. My eyes adjusted to my surroundings to see that everything around me was blinding white. Yep, definitely a hospital. Andre and Anna were on those uncomfortable chairs sleeping. Anna has tear tracks on her face and guilt flooded me. I made them worry. I was so consumed in confusion and self pity that I forgot about the people around me.

"Anna.." I rasped out, sitting up slowly, wincing at the pain in my stomach.

"Andre!" He groaned but didn't move and I rolled my eyes, picking up the closest thing to me I chucked it and it hit him square in the forehead.

"What the fu-! You're awake!" A big smile spread on my brothers face. He shook Anna awake and the next thing I knew I was in a bear hug and then I was getting cussed out.

"You're a fucking retard you know that?! A dumbass! I've never someone as stupid as you in my life! Do you know how much I was worried about you?! You were just lying there, pale and you weren't moving. You fucking stupid lil sis" It was rare that I saw my brother cry. He always put up this strong facade and suddenly I was crying to.

"I'm sorry.." I wrapped my arms around my big brother crying into his shoulder and he held me tight.

"You almost died, one more drop and your liver would've failed and that would've been it"

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing to myself. E-everything is frazzled and I-" I started ranting but quickly stopped myself because I didn't want to sound like a complete and utter mental patient since I do feel like one.

"I don't understand what's going on. Everyone is telling me about this Sinclair person but I don't remember him. I don't remember even meeting him and I keep seeing these projections that prove that I met him;every time I try to remember it's like someone drops a fucking brick on my damn head and I was drinking because I wanted it all to stop." I ran a finger through my wild hair tugging at the roots slightly as tears began winding down my face.

"I don't remember why I don't remember. It's just not there and I'm so sorry that I made everyone so worried. I...it'll all get better after tonight. I promise" Andre and Anna nodded, wrapping their arms around me tighter as I cried. I'm going to clear this up, and see if all of those projections were true. If this Sinclair person was really my boyfriend? If this Heath guy can really make me remember? Hopefully he can...

"I'm going to fix all this. I'm going to find out what all of this is and I'm going to make it stop"