Amnesia

Chapter 6

Hello awesome people! I am so sorry for the long wait- I had been sick (stomach flu) twice in a month, I fell down the stairs, and I had many tests that I absolutely needed to pass. I know, I know just making excuses. I promised you a three chapter update for my birthday and I am proud to say I have (sort of) achieved my goal. This is a filter chapter (sorry, it's also quite short)- get ready for chapter 7 which should be up by the 19th since this week I have an extended weekend. No worries- I have already started chapter 7 (action, action, action my dear friends) and I am hoping that it will be the longest chappie yet (around 3,000-3,500 words maybe?). I would just like to thank you for reading, voting and commenting it means a lot to me! 

Love, 

very sorry Dash 

Well I'll let you get on with the chapter. 

Chapter 6

I welcomed the soft breeze of the night. For a moment I just closed my eyes and observed. I observed the noises I heard- the soft waves lightly tapping the small rounded stones, all kinds of different scents seeping into my nose- freshly cut grass, and deep fried potatoes, I leaned back on the bench and observed the night sky- not a single star, it had been raining for the past two weeks, and I observed and came to terms with what I wanted- to finish my story, I want you to know everything that happened to me, all ten parts,  I want you to understand me.

I guess to accomplish that ‘want’ we are going to have to go back to the middle of the beginning. So here it goes.

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I fell face forward into my bed. It was the best year of my life, I was finally getting good grades, I was in a university I liked, I had a great best friend, and an amazing boyfriend. After being great friends for years Luke had finally asked me out, it was all so romantic, too romantic. If I had just listened to my head- but the heart wants what the heart wants.

My 22nd birthday was coming up, and man was I excited. I love orange, it’s adorable, and cows, they are so beautiful. I was in love- and not with my boyfriend, but with an 80’s song and a pair of cute 5 inch heels.

To be honest (like on Facebook), I kinda got strange feels from Luke for the past month. We hadn’t been on a proper date for a while, we hadn’t even talked properly and all we did was go clubbing and make-out- our relationship had turned plainly physical.

Hey, it’s not like I minded some action, but seriously a girl needs romance, especially a cat loving, ice cream eating, gossiping girl. What killed me even more was the fact that my best friend was ignoring me- Amanda and I hadn’t talked for around a month. Fishy? Pshh.

I was never really known as the jealous type, but maybe that is because up until Luke all I had were one night stands. I was going to get some investigating done. What? Why are you looking at me like that? Yes, this is a book, and no not all ‘main characters’ are naïve little girls dreaming of a perfect wedding and a family of four. Please, would I really be sharing if I was a cliché?

I picked up my book- I had wasted my whole life reading stupid books for the sake of the plot when I had the world of classic literature open to me. In my hands was ‘Wuthering Heights’ by Emily Brontë- I admit I was kind of confused at first but that always happened to me. It took me a couple chapters to get into the style of writing and feel the characters- so what I did was re-read the first few chapters once I got into it.

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I plugged in my speakers and ran my hands along the CD’s on the rack- I had stuff ranging from Nirvana to t.A.T.u (in both languages).Knowing me- I probably forgot to inform you that I speak six languages: Russian, English, French, Spanish, Italian and Japanese. I had been fascinated by human interaction from a young age (ew, not that type you perv!) and languages came hard to me. I told you I wasn’t a cliché right? Well I am in no way claiming to be perfect- I am not a Mary Sue. Verbs killed me, having to remember all of the tenses and just having to do actual work put me in mental jail for genocide. For many years I cursed myself for wanting to learn languages the only thing that saved me was imagining that I was the girl version of 007.

Back to the music- I went through to many music phases to count the main ones being: mainstream music, rap, punk rock, sixties music, eighties music, rock, metal, alternative rock, folk, acoustic, house, techno, dubstep, pop, pop rock, depressing music and deep music. As you can see leading music genre being rock- I am definitely a rock girl.

I pulled out a Simple Plan CD- ‘Get Your Heart On’, oh god I used to be in love with that shit (please note the term ‘shit’ is not used as an insult but as a synonym of the term ‘stuff’, it just makes me feel so much more badass to say shit instead of stuff) when I was young. I pressed the ‘on’ button with my big toe (painted firetruck red, geddit firetruck?) and thought about the fact that in the ‘Catcher In The Rye’ the sentence ‘son of a bitch’ was the word ‘sonuvabitch’,‘money’ was ‘dough’ and that after I read it everything ‘killed me’.  

I guess I am just weird that way- insert creepy smile- but I know you love me the way I am! Right? I had a sort of a weird week- I read three books about three girls, the only thing they had in common- their parents all got a divorce at some time throughout the books.

Once the player had loaded I inserted the Simple Plan CD and headed towards the shower, I could bore you with the details of me singing out of tune (much unlike Emma Stone in ‘Easy A’) and scrubbing my head for half an hour. So timeskip? I know, I know I have come to use these a lot- but I promise we aren’t skipping anything remotely significant.