the next to do list

chapter two

*Picture of Rosalie*
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I knew he was right but I still said: "that can't be true."

"I'm sorry I know this is hard for you."

"No! it can't be true! I still remember what two plus two is, I know how to read and write, I can remember my name. If I lost my memories how can I remember those things." I was just babbling now but I didn't care because it kept the tears from breaking through.

"Those aren't memories. Those things are simply knowledge and facts. Can you tell me who taught you two plus two?"

"Probably my mom."

"Wrong, your mom past away before you were three."

"My dad then?"

"You dad signed you and your sister up for Foster Care after your mother died." I was on the edge of tears now but I still said

"My sister?"

"Your sister moved to Washington when you turned eighteen. She is here now if you want to talk to her?"

"Yes."

"Ok, I'll send her in."

Memory loss? This was a living nightmare. Surely this would be considered one of the worst situations someone could be put in

"Mia?"

"Yeah?"

"It's your sister, Rosalie."

"Common Rose I know who you are. I'm not completely brain dead."
She sighed a breath of relief.

"You look like crap you know." Gee thanks, sis.

"Yah but they refuse to give me a brush and makeup so looks like I'm stuck this way." 

She didn't look too great either. She had bags under her eyes and her eye were all puffy and sore from crying.

"You'll need a lot more than that to make you look even close to okay."

"Looks like we're going to need some plastic surgery instead then huh?" She laughed but then went serious

"Mia, what happened to you?"

"As crazy as this sounds I don't remember."

"That's what they told me but less than a day before they found you, you called me saying you were going to visit me." She started quietly sobbing

"Rose, don't worry they say it looks worse than it actually is. I'll be fine."

"Mia it looks really bad."

"It could be worse. I could be dead." I flinched at the last word. How close to death had I come?

"Mia you did die! Your heart stopped."

"Everyone's heart stops thousands of time a day. Mine just stopped for a little longer."  I was scared right now but nothing compared to Rose.

"Your heart stopped for almost two minutes. They were about to classify you as dead." That wouldn't have been too great

"Rose I'm fine, really," I said but she didn't look convinced. She wiped away her tears then said

"I'm just being silly. I mean here I am blubbering when you're so obviously in a far worse condition than me."

"Rose it's okay. You don't need to apologize."

"No I came to help you and that's what I'm going to do." She paused then added "k so what do you want me to do?"

"Rose it's fine really."

"Come on I want to help." I thought about it then said

"Tell me about my life."

For the next few hours rose filled me in on what I've done. She told me about how mom died when I was three and she was six, she told me about when dad left and I still hated him for leaving us. She told me about her news reporters job she got in Washington and how she liked it there but after she moved she didn't really know what I was up to. She told me that I worked at an office but I never told her anything more. I didn't really have any friends, just co-workers I hung out with.

"So you practically famous," I said teasingly to Rose. My insides hurt like crazy when I talked but I knew admitting it would make Rose stop talking and make my rest, and thats just about the last thing I want to do.

"Not famous, well known."

" What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I don't have fans but people read the articles I write."

"The same thing, do they know you're here now?"

"Well I was going to tell you this before over the phone, but I guess it would have been pointless." She lets out a sad laugh at her awful comedy, "I got fired."

"What!?"

"Yeah well, apparently I was ' ungrateful and caused too many unnecessary sense'. But who cares that place was boring and the guy next to me smelled." She said making a face. I laughed. It was hard to stay mad at Rose because of her personality.

"So what are you doing now?"

"I'm getting a job here in Boston!"

"Really that's awesome! When do you start?" I have no idea where my emotions were coming from but I had to express my enthusiasm.

"I originally wasn't going to be coming for a couple more days so I start in a week."

"Sorry to inconvenience you," I said it as more of a joke but she didn't realize that and I was caught off guard at her sudden mood swing.

"Mia you were literally almost murdered! Do you know how scary it is knowing someone did this to you and that they're still out there!"

Wait what!

"Where did this murdered thing come from? They said they don't know how I got my injuries."

"It's not very hard to put together Mia. The police questioned me as soon as I got here. Our conversation was the last one on your phone records. I couldn't tell them anything they didn't already know so they let me go."

"They still never said it was attempted murder. Maybe I fell off a building or something." My sstomach was really starting to hurt and I considered telling her this.

" And that would have given you a knife wound?" Crap she knew about that. "Mia whatever happened to you was inflicted by human and was meant to kill you."

I felt like I just got the wind knocked out of me. This couldn't be happening, no this wasn't happening. There was no way this could be proven.

But why did I know it was true?

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Don't worry it won't be so dramatic later but what do you think so far? Please let me know if you find errors
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