Saved By Mikey Way

Chapter 3: If I'm Not Who I am. Then Who am I?

I know something is really, really wrong. I can feel it. But what? Why did I dream of Frank while sleeping with Mikey? Was I supposed to be with Frank instead? What am I supposed to do? I can't just do any thing, right? I have to be careful with this. 

I left Mikey's room and headed back to mine nervously. I kept my head down. I felt stupid for sleeping with my old best friend's little brother. I mean honestly I am such a whore for doing that. I felt ashamed. But something about Michael James Way drives me crazy. I peeked through my bangs to see him. Frank. Walking to his room. I felt my heart skip beats as I approached him. A smile grew on my face uncontrollably. I began to run up to him.

"Frank!" I called to him happily. He looked up, his eyes widened as he fumbled with his key, he got the door open and he slid in, slamming it in my face. What? What was he doing? Doesn't he remember me? I banged on the door hard. My fists pounding on the door.

"Frank! It's me!" I called loudly. I heard him coming to the door, it opened and he looked at me with the same beautiful hazel eyes. His pail face tired and worn out. His gaze sent my heart racing. 

"I'm sorry, I don't know you." He uttered then closed the door again. I felt my heart break as he didn't remember last night. He saved my life. I'm starting to think it was a dream but it was so real. How can I make him remember me? I don't care. I know I love him and he doesn't even remember me. I don't even remember me. Who am I? What happened to me? Better question. How did this happen? I got it, I need to dye my hair blonde then maybe he'll remember me. I marched to my room and got my wallet out. I plugged in my ear phones and cranked my music up. I made my way to a hair salon.

The air outside was warm. I listened to my music loudly as I walked into the Star Bucks carefully, making sure Mikey wasn't here. He wasn't so I waited in line and got a large black coffee. I mixed sugar and milk into it happily then went back to walking to the hair dressers. My mind still spinning, something was wrong. Why didn't Frank remember me? This is like the movie butterfly affect. Where if you do something different in the past it fucks up the future. But what happened in the past the made me like this? Think Ari, think. I dyed my hair? That's a really stupid way to screw up your future. I just want what was supposed to be. I smelt the air it smelt of coffee and hair dye. Two favourite scents. I waited at the front desk nervously until a lady came up to me.

"Can I help you?" She asked sweetly. I noticed she wore a necklace with her name on it, Donna. Hmm I knew a Donna. She looks like her too. 

"Yeah, I want to dye my hair." I announced unsure of myself. She gazed at me weirdly. She looked nothing like Donna from School. She had long dark hair with dark lush eyes that weren't heavily darkened by make up. She smiled and showed me to her station. She did what she needed to do. 

"So you from New Jersey?" She asked curiously. I looked at  her through the mirror and smiled. My accent.

"Yeah. So are you." I said to to happily. I heard some one come in and call for Donna. I turned to see Frank coming up with two cups of coffee in his hand. He hugged Donna happily. How did they know eachother? 

"How are you?" She asked him curiously. Donna smiled and toke a coffee from him. She sipped it and set it down on the desk. 

"I'm good. How are you?" She asked. Frank looked around, I was so glad I already had the blonde hair dye in. Seeing Frank made my heart break. I think it's the dye that gave me the idea. But it's brilliant. If I was supposed to go see Alex last night and didn't then tonight I should and come back all emotional and try to comitte suicide and Frank will save me. Wait! Why am I doing this? Am I not happy with what I have? Or do I need Frank that badly all because of what? A dream? I don't need him. I'll just take that plane back to New Jersey. By then all the hair dye was out, I looked like I used too. I had light blonde hair that was long and a bit wavy. I paid and thanked Donna happily. I left the salon and walked back the way I came. I was on my way back to my hotel room. The hall brightly lit by the windows and lights.