Forget Me Not

Chapter 8

I was in the midst of being between awake and asleep. You know, the type of consciousness where you can't tell if you're dreaming but you can hear things in your surrounding. That's exactly where I was when there a loud thumping on my door had started to occur. However, each time I opened my eyes just enough, it stopped.

Thump.

Stop.

Thump.

Stop.

Thump

Stop.

I swear to God, I will murder whoever it is outside. If there is anything outside. It's like the person knows when my eyes are open and when my eyes are shut. I rolled over on to my back, letting out a yawn before sitting up on my elbows. I groaned slightly as a pain in my stomach occurred. While I was in the hospital, the doctors had accidentally left tools by my bed and while I was half out of it due to morphine, my arm flailed and knocked something heavy over. Needless to say, it hit my side and busted some internal stitches. The pain hasn't ceased. In fact, it's grown somewhat worse since I'm out but that might be due to the small fact I don't take my medication as I should. I sighed quietly, rubbing the small part beneath my rib cage. Since it seems like sleep is not my friend today, I pushed myself out of the bed and went to grab my phone. My eyebrows creased when I noticed it was not there. I searched the area for a while then groaned and went walked to the automated knocking door. I swung it open, angrily. There was no one there. It almost seemed like the only person in the house was me.

Down the hallway, I noticed a shadow move. Maybe it was just my eyes playing a trick on me, but then again, one may never know.

"Liz!" I called out. No response.

"Elizabeth?" Again, no response. It was as silent as a butterfly. With deep dread, I took a step out into the hallway. Once realizing that I was in fact alone, anger suddenly took over.

Who the hell are they to leave me alone? They had no right. First, they tell me Ryan isn't who Ryan says he is, then they drag me out into the woods, then Cameron tells me a confusing story and now they leave me here? Well, fuck them too.

My eyes soon adjusted to the three am darkness and I was able to navigate my way around the house. I went down the steps. Slowly, I made my way down then suddenly I was at the end of the staircase.

"Hello?" I called out again. The silence was enough to, not literally, choke a horse. I stopped when my tracks when I noticed another shadow move. Then another. Another, another. I blinked. I felt something whiz by me from behind.

"Megan?" I faintly heard someone said.

Ignoring it, I turned around. There was someone standing there. I could vaguely see an outline of a frame. It was tall, built and very masculine. The face, however, was black. It looked menacing, like it didn't want me there.

"Megan!" I heard again, this time clear. The world around me suddenly went black and soon, I was blinded by a bright light and Liz standing in front if me.

"Finally!" She laughed a bit. "I've been trying to wake you up for hours."

I groaned slightly, glancing around the room before placing a frown on my face.

Hours?

I blinked twice then sighed, looking up at her. "Sorry, Liz.."

I was still angry. Why? If it was just dream, I had nothing to be angry at.

Well, I had plenty to be mad at I suppose. They did drag me into this old, abandoned, run down and creepy house. They did neglect to tell me a lot of things; my past, who I am, who I was, who I loved. They sort of just were there when I woke up. Cameron claimed to be one of my best friends. Liz claimed to be my twin sister.

I can't see that.

Her hair is long and blonde; mine is short and nearly black. We look nothing alike. Twins are supposed to look at least somewhat alike, so I thought. However, I did have vague memories of my childhood. There was a man, my dad I'm assuming, a girl and another girl around my age.

"You don't look so well," Liz said, taking a seat on the bed beside me. I looked at her. Shrugging, I pursed my lips.

"I'm not." I finally said after a long moment. I sighed I'm defeat. I had to tell her. I had to tell someone and if she was my twin sister, who better to tell.

"What's wrong?" She asked softly, frowning.

"What isn't?" I replied, another sigh leaving my mouth. "I have no memory of anything. What I do remember is vague and hardly enough to put pieces together to form a true memory. This.. This Ryan person. I want to know who he is but what if he is that man who tried to kill me? Or he's worse than that. Or what if he's exactly how photo 308 portrayed him? Or the other pictures. Liz, what if I never get my memory back? What if I'm stuck constantly questioning everything there is to question?"

As I spoke, I could see her eyebrows crossing together as if I said something that didn't make sense.

"I just want to remember." I said softly, feeling slightly sluggish that I had actually opened up to her.

"Megan," she said, almost too quietly. "You were remembering."

"I was?" I asked. She only nodded her head. I could feel the life drain from me as if someone was taken it from my body. I could feel my face heat up. I think the world is spinning around me in circles.

I was remembering.

So what happened to the memories?

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The next few days were filled with the same thing: nightmare come to life and Liz waking me up. I don't get what's going on with me, but whatever it is, I can truthfully say I do not like this. My memory is getting worse. So is my mood, according to Cameron. "You're like a pregnant woman, chill," he'd remark.

About an hour ago, Cameron left to go to town. He wanted to make sure it was safe for us to go back which hopefully was today. We figured it's been long enough; crazy stalker boy won't be looking for us - er, me.

Liz was sitting on the front porch, I'm beside of her.

"I'm tired," I said softly.

"Me too," She hasn't been getting much sleep either. I guess I'm to blame for that one. I sighed, leaning against my sister.

"Is he coming back soon?"

"Hopefully."

"Where'd he go?"

"Into town, Megan.." She said with a sigh. I noticed it instantly and looked down, twiddling my thumbs.

"Sorry," was the only thing I could manage out. I looked up when the roar of an engine came buzzing up. Closer and louder it came before reaching us. Cameron rolled down the window. The corner of his lips curled as he looked at us.

"Hop in."