No Good Nick

Second Nature

We finally got home after my first day of school. Molly and I hadn't spoken since we fought. We'd barely even looked at each other. Was I too harsh? Was I not sensitive enough to the problem at hand? Or had Molly and I grown too far apart? So many thoughts ran through my head as I was thinking. I suddenly get the feeling that I'd done this before. I'd fought with Molly before, I'd thought about it till my brain hurt... I wanted it to be a sign that my memories were coming back, but at best, it was just a case of déjà vu. Worst case, this was just a normal thing that happened every time someone fought with someone they loved. In the end, I decided not to overthink it more than I already had and go to sleep. Next morning, I woke up, went to school, hung out with Jeremy and Eric for a bit, then it was time for my history class. I entered the class. On time, unlike the last time. I saw a ton of free spots, but I saw Will sitting in the exact same spot he sat in when we met. I figured, he was my only friend in this class. He seemed nice, so why not? I could see he was saving a seat for someone. Could've been me, could've been someone else. I walked over to the place I sat last;

Nick: Is this seat taken?

Will: Yeah, a girl named Nick. You know her?

Nick: Not really. I met her a while ago, but she doesn't like to talk about herself. 

Will laughed at my joke, but in his eyes, I could see he was confused. I know he said that we didn't know each other before, but it doesn't make sense. Why would Molly react the way she did if we didn't know each other before? Will was also very confused when we first met. As if he expected something else to happen. The class went on as it would. I even participated every now and then. Marinelli would ask some questions about a war or something historical and I would answer. When the class ended, she asked me to stay for a moment. 

Marinelli: Nick, do you mind if I had a word with you?

Nick: Sure, I don't mind. 

Marinelli: I just wanted to tell you that you were doing a great job out there. It really seemed like you know your history. 

Nick: Thanks. (mutters to herself) It's too bad I can't remember my own history.

Marinelli: What was that?

Nick: Nothing, just talking to myself. 

Marinelli: Well, I'm curious. How do you know so much about world wars and crime lords?

Nick: Oh, uh... I, don't know, if I'm being honest. I guess the old me must've known a thing or two about this stuff. 

Marinelli: I'm sorry, I don't understand. What do you mean, "The old you"?

Nick: Um, not too long ago, something traumatic happened to me. Ever since I woke up, I can't remember anything that happened before that incident. That I also can't remember. 

Marinelli: So, you have no recollection of anything that happened before you woke up?

Nick: No. 

Marinelli: Oh!... Well, um.... th-that's a shame. Are you all right? Are you feeling ok? Can I get you anything?

Nick: I'm fine, Ms. Marinelli. It's ok. I don't want you to treat me any differently than the other students. 

Marinelli: Well, if that's what you need, then I will treat you like every other student and I will see you next time. 

Nick: Later, Ms. Marinelli.

She seemed strangely disappointed when I told her about my amnesia. It was odd. Then again, how would anyone react? This amnesia thing is going to take some time to get used to. Not for me, but everyone else. I looked around the school, I looked at the students and the faculty and I wondered, how many more people did I know?