Smoke and shattered mirrors

Chapter two:The missing link

My pulse quickened as I stared at him.

I know this boy, he was part of my nightmare a few weeks ago. My dreams were always the same- a party, a boy ,then I was being chased in a forest before getting hit by a car.

But something was off in that dream a few weeks ago. I dreamed of this boy.

No, he wasn't that boy at the party. He was the one who confronted me before being chased.

"Rory." I breathed.

The devilish smile dissapeared from his lips. "I thought you had amnesia, Mercifer."

"I do..But I remember you."

He stood up and gave a slight bow."Then i'm so honored."

I heard the soft clicks of Aunt Caroline's heels against the tiled floors. The sound became louder and louder until I felt her beside me.

"Be nice, Rory." She warned.

"I'm being welcoming, Mom. Ever heard of that term?" He snorted.

"Go to your room.Now." 

I felt like hell. My head hurts and I haven't had a decent meal yet.

"See'ya later,Cousin Mercifer." Rory said while walking up the staircase.

I heard Aunt Caroline sigh. 

"How old is he?" I ask.

"Seventeen. Just try your best to ignore him, Merci. He's been a little off since his Dad left us a month ago." She said,"Are you hungry? I think Martha cooked some penne pasta for you."

Penne what?

"I'm starving." I replied,then my stomach growled on cue.

" The kitchen is just straight ahead here." She points at the first hallway to my left.

"Thanks."

I took about ten calculated steps before hearing my Aunt call out," I'll be in my office! Let Martha show you your old room!"

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The scraping of my fork across the plate filled the whole kitchen. That penne stuff was great. I even had another round.

It was just me and the maid named Martha. The woman who got teary eyed once she saw me.

"I just can't believe your here." She said in a thick colombian accent. "You know, everyone got crazy looking for you. Everyone was so devastated and they even made memorials in your school. But  a  friend of yours never stopped looking for you, he even drove to every hospital within the state to check if you've been admitted there."

It was fast. I barely had track on what she just said. Except...

"He? Who's 'he'?"I asked in confusion.

"Your bestfriend. Topher."

My hand gripped the spoon tightly. I'm starting to get irritated with what I don't know about myself. 

Topher. Where have i heard that name before?

I finally push my plate aside and asked Martha if she could help me find my own room.

God, I'm an idiot.

She led me up the same stairs that Rory took. My door was easily located. There was a pink sparkly M hanging on the doorknob.

My jaw dropped the second Martha opens the door for me.

How filthy rich was i?

"Oh my God!" I gasped.