Silent

Chapter One - Who Are You?

I walked into the school feeling oddly out of place. I know, from what I've been told, I've been going to this school since I started high school, but I don't remember it. Every time on the television when I heard about someone who had lost their memory I always felt bad for them. Though, now that I'm in their shoes I realize it isn't that bad, because I don't remember what I'm missing. If I even was missing anything at all.

I had lost my memory in a car cash a few months ago, but I only lost my memory of people and places. The doctors had said they don't know for sure if I'll gain my memory back or not. I mean sure it sucked when these people would come up to you saying they were your friend or some kind of family member, and when you said you didn't remember them they would grow kind of sad. Other than that I was doing fine.

I was told that when the cars collided I hit my head quite a few times and the doctors were surprised I was still alive. My dad had died in the car crash and my mom was severely injured. The only one who didn't get hurt really bad was my sister. My sister, Nicole, just fractured her wrist from where she tried to stop herself from hitting the back of the passenger seat. And here's a funny thing I remember my sister as clear as day, but no one else.

I remember how we used to get so mad at each other we would start fist fighting. There was this time when she kissed my boyfriend. I'm assuming he was my boyfriend because I don't remember who he was. Nicole was boasting it out around the entire school, and then when we were both finally home we started fighting,

Now though we are as close as two people can get. I mean of course we have our disagreement because everyone has those. I mean our disagreements don't involve fighting or yelling at each other anymore. I think it's kind of nice really. We get to make better memories.

The bell rang which brought me out of my thoughts. I still haven't found my class yet. How in the world did I do that before? I caught someones attention as they were about to past me.

"Hey, could you tell me where room 115 is?" I asked.

The tall, thin guy with brown shaved hair turned my way. His brown eyes got big, "May! I heard you made it back to school. I've been looking for you. How are you?"

"My name's Macy," I said. "Who are you?"

His face grew sad like all the other had before him.

"Oh, sorry," I whispered. Stupid...

"It's okay," he laughed. "Every one needs a fresh start sometimes. My name's James, and I'm actually heading there now. Just follow me."

I trailed behind him trying my hardest to remember him. He had an odd walk so I figured that might of stood out somewhere in there but it didn't. Not even his amazingly tall height stood out. I was thinking if I couldn't remember that then I probably won't remember anything.

When I walked into the classroom with James he handed the teacher some kind of slip and sat down. Then the teacher looked up at me.

"What took you so long Miss Bright?" the teacher asked.

"Um, I couldn't find the room.." I trailed. Did that teacher know me?

"Macy I had you last-," the teacher started, but stopped. "Yes, of course. Just take a seat."

I turned towards the classroom to find a seat, and I was meant with some glares, though, some were smiles. I extremely curious as to what I did to some of these people as I walk towards the back of the classroom to find a seat. Even when i did sit down I could hear the whisperers that were about me. I felt my skin chill and I started to become uncomfortable. I didn't want to be here...

I looked at the kids who sat on either side of me. To the left was a girl with bleach blond hair, which actually looked good on her, and she was wearing as much black as possible. She had on thick mascara and eyeliner. To the right of me was a guy with just jeans and a dark read t-shirt on. There was really only two things that stood out on him. One was his dark brown hair which was which was styled in a way no ones in my school had it, from what I saw. The other thing was his tattoos. He has one going up his forearm that says INSANE, and I could barley see another that poked up out of the collar of his shirt.

It was just us three in the back of the classroom, and they seemed to be the only ones who were not stealing quick glances at me or whispering something about me. I sunk back into my seat, and tried my bast to pay attention about what the teacher was teaching.

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When Nicole saw me in the lunch room she ran over to sit with me even when her friends gave her the evil eye. They were probably used to the old way it was between her and I. Nicole's dirty blond hair looked brown today, as it always did when she was in a bad mood.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

"Huh?" she asked.

"Why are you in a bad mood today?" I clarified thinking that was the problem.

"Oh, nothing really. It's just that my hearing has started to act a little funny today. It's kinda like I have water in my ears or something. It's so aggravating," she huffed.

"Did it just start today?" I asked concerned.

"It was like that a little last night but-"

"Why didn't you tell mom? You know after what happened anything could be wrong because of how bad it was," I stated as I looked at her seriously.

She laughed, "I highly doubt after two months a symptom would show up, Macy. You're just paranoid, but thanks for your impute anyway."

We were interupted by a tan looking guy with blond hair, "Hey, Nicky and May."

"Macy," I mumbled as he sat down. "Who are you?" I asked a little more clearly which seemed to make Nicole get a little bit uncomfortable. I looked over at her with a questioning face.

I'll tell you latter, she mouthed.

He looked at me for a few seconds, "Nice, May... Now I've been hearing some rumors about what happened to you guys. What really happened?"

"Um-," I said before my sister cut me off.

"Nothing," she snapped at the guy.

"Whoa, Nicky, I was just wondering," he chuckled.

I looked over at Nicole again. What was wrong with her today?

"I really don't care," she hissed. "I suggest you leave."

He looked at her weirdly before he got up and left to probably go tell hisfriends about how stupid "Nicky" was acting now. I don't know if he was a friend before, but I don't like him now.

"Who was he?" I asked Nicole.

"Some cheating asshole you used to date," she whispered in hopes I wouldn't hear.

"Huh... well it's a good thing I don't like him in these memories," I joked to myself. "Why was he even talking to us then?"

"Because you made up with him, again," she said glancing over at me. Did she think I was going to freak out or something?

"I wonder what was going through my head," I laughed.

"Yeah, me too," she sighed.

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Okay so my power was off all weekend so I didn't get to finish chapter 11 in my other book...

and since the power was out and I wasn't glued to the computer I started thinking about another story so I started to write it and here you go :D

Hope you like it! Comment and/or vote pretty please!