The Forgotten Ones

Two Face

Song: Are You Even Real? by James Blake

Willa: 

She just stood there. Her eyes were wide and she just stood there, staring at me. I just stood there, awkwardly waiting for her to say or do anything. I had to clear my throat to snap her out of whatever she was in, her eyes blinking a few times. 

"Willa?" 

Her voice, it felt like I have heard her voice before. I couldn't remember her. I looked at her and just couldn't remember anything. But here she was, standing in front of me. 

"Hi. I um..I thought I could come here and um...talk." I said to her, unable to find the words to talk to her. I didn't know who this girl was. Yet, she seemed to know me. I could see her eyes looking me over, her eyes filling with some unknown emotion. She nods her heads, opening the door and stepping aside to let me in. I hesitated at first before I decided to step a foot inside. 

My eyes gazed across the inside of the apartment. There was a small kitchen to my right with a small dining table next to it. To the left was a large living room filled with just a couch, a cushioned chair a bit to the right of the couch, coffee table, a few side tables, and a nice rug. Nothing about the place looked familiar yet it felt like I have been here a million times. There were just a few decorative photos hanging on the wall, all pretty but none that I could remember. There was nothing in here to indicate that I ever lived here. 

"I am sorry to barge in like this. I just was looking through the boxes of things that Alexander had brought and I saw a couple of photos and I just thought I could come here with a few questions." I say, turning around to look at Jessica. She was looking at me up and down. It was like I was a ghost in front of her. The first thing I did notice about her though was that she did look a lot like her photo. Her eyes very green and her hair almost blond, yet still brown. She was just a few inches taller than me, dresses in a simple tee and short shorts. 

"It's fine. I just...I am just surprised you are here. I don't know if Alexander told you anything about me or this place or really, anything." I could see her discomfort. She was being cautious around me. I don't know if they told her about my accident or that I can't remember. But seeing her now, it seems like they have. "The photos...I guess they gave it away. I had to put the pieces together a bit." She nods but doesn't say anything. I sigh and then look around a bit more. It seems like she has been doing fine. Even though I can't remember ever living here, I know that living alone can be hard. And after my accident, I can understand that it can be difficult to deal with someone up and moving away so suddenly. 

Jessica cleared her throat and then straightened up a bit. "Do you want to sit down? Do you want something to drink or something?" She asks. "Oh yeah. Umm...thanks. And I am fine for now." She nods and then we both sit down, her on the chair and me on the couch. We sat there in awkward silence for a bit. I didn't know what to really say. I had so many questions yet I felt so nervous. What can I ask? Will she even answer any of them? I didn't know. I could tell she was nervous too. Her hands were fidgeting together. I noticed that her nails were painted red. They looked nice. 

I finally decided to speak. 

"Look. I know this is weird. Me being here. I can't remember...a lot. Alexander hasn't told me much either. He just said I had a roommate once but nothing much after that. Seeing the pictures though. I just wanted to come here and ask just some questions. I just need some help understanding things and Alexander or my parents won't help me. And I was just hoping that you would help me." I looked at her as I spoke, wanting her to see how desperate I was. 

Jessica is most likely my only hope to finding any answers in this dark tunnel that I am in. It's been hard dealing with this memory loss and have no one help me. "I am not sure this is a good idea, Willa. I mean, if Alexander and your parents haven't told you anything, I don't think I can either." She tells me, her voice soft. My face fell. I didn't want her to think she couldn't tell me anything. I just want to know a few things.