I look back at him one last time before making up my mind. Flagging a taxi, I told the driver my address and off I went.
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Tuesdays are my favorite. Why? I don't know, I just have a sense of attachment towards Tuesdays. I thought it might be because I was born on Tuesday but when I asked my mom, she told me I was born on a Thursday. An evening at that, so I ruled out the possibility of being born on Tuesday. But why does Tuesday feel so special? Well, that's a question for another day.
.....
I really feel sort of awkward whenever am around Edward and the fact that he sits right beside me isn't helping the situation either. Because it is impossible for me to avoid someone who sits right beside me. Right?
So to stop the awkwardness from getting out of hand, I decided to extend an olive branch.
"HI Ed" I greeted when he entered class, and he smiled back, making me feel like we never had that conversation yesterday. I mean that's what I hate the most about him. His ability to pretend like nothing happened.
"Hello cat" He greeted back but my mood was already getting sour. No kidding. But I still had enough rationality to know that I was supposed to apologize.
"Am so sorry about yesterday. I mean I would" I tried to make up an excuse, but he cut me off.
"It's no problem actually. It's alright. We're cool" I stared at his unblinking eyes and immediately got the answer I needed. He really meant it. He's not mad.
My ability to read people's emotions started three years ago. That time, I had been ostracized by my classmates and the whole school in general because according to them, I was insane and deadly.
I had kept the insults, abuse and the pain to myself and never told even my parents about it. Ever since then I had grown a pair of eyes at the back of my head and I became super sensitive to emotions, reactions and words.
But if there is something being friends with Becca and shayne taught me, It is to let loose and not focus on what the world is saying about you.
Remembering all that I had passed through made me feel emotional and I lowered my head when I felt my eyes getting stingy. Being in my shoes is what nobody ever prays for and I almost broke down in tears when memories of how I was drowned, cast and bullied rushed through my head.
Luckily, the English teacher came just in time and I used that as a distraction, to stop my inner thoughts from getting out of hand.
...
I can't remember how it happened but on that very day, I was involved in a car accident where I hit my head pretty badly on the windshield of the car that rammed into me.
My parents had thought I wasn't going to survive but miraculously, I had. The only problem is, I was diagnosed with partial amnesia. I wasn't aware of how serious it was till I had my first episode and ever since then it kept happening. So far I have made three hypotheses.
Hyp One: The first episode I had was when I first saw Jenny. One of the therapists I met had told me that she was somehow related to my past or might be a very crucial part of my life. The main point is, I knew Jenny in the past and that is why I had a reaction when I saw her. But how? According to my mom, ever since I had enrolled in high school, I had been the ideal daughter. Obedient, honest, punctual and hardworking but Jenny is the complete opposite of all that. How could I have been friends or accomplices with her?
Hyp 2: For the first time, I had calmed down without drugs or medications. Just with... Him. Just him sitting beside me calmed me down? I found it hard to believe but it is the truth. Even though it sounds impossible, I think it may be because I had grown feelings for him since the first time at the beach. But the second and third time I saw him, I felt normal. My deduction is, he is someone I have maybe seen or known in the past, way before the beach incident. But how? He had been living in Paris before relocating this year.
Hyp 3: The last time I had an episode, there was a part that stuck to my head. A crying girl and a girl pointing and saying something harsh to her. And in a corner was a cute boy, pouting. The problem is that the young boy looked quite similar to Edward. I had taken a good look at his features at the beach and if he were that age, I am sure he would look like that. But the question is, how do I know him? Or is there something I am missing?
Well forget it! I dropped my pen and closed my diary, frustrated.
When I was diagnosed with partial amnesia, the doctor had asked if I maybe have a diary or somewhere I documented my everyday life in and my mom had said no. She didn't remember me having any.
I regretted not being able to remember so on that day, I asked my mom to get me one and since then I have been writing about my everyday life in it. Including the snippets of memories that stuck in my brain after my episodes.
So far, there are three things I remember. The little stunt my parents pulled on my fifth birthday, a red cat I kept when I was still young and lastly the crying girl incident.
I was in the middle of comparing the incidents when I received a text from an unknown number. Rubbing my temples, I made a rough guess of whom it might be and opened it.