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I Had a Rough Week.

8 Apr

So, this week, as I’m sure you know, one of my friends went missing. And she was gone for about 36 hours. And I, along with the rest of my friends, was terrified. I slept an hour the night she went missing, and 3 the next night. Her phone was found in the bushes by some boys who decided that it would be a good idea to text some of us on it. Her car was found abandoned. Her dad hadn’t seen her all day, and neither had anyone else. They filed a missing persons report, we had all spoken to the school cop, and Seth and I had spoken to the actual police department. Then they found her! She was in a closet within a closet in the guest room that used to be her bedroom and where she would go to read sometimes. So, you’d think, that after they found her, everything would be okay. She could just explain what happened and everything would be fine and dandy. Well, not fine and dandy, but better, at least. But no. She’s stuck three years in the past. She thinks she’s 15 and she doesn’t remember anyone that she’s met since Summer after Freshman year. She’s a senior. I met her this year. She does, however, recognize one boy who she met this year. She doesn’t know why, but she recognizes him and remembers one of their inside jokes. She doesn’t remember me at all. My friend Josh told me this in math class. The conversation went like this:

Josh: She doesn’t remember you. You came up in the conversation – I don’t know why-

Me: Eh. It happens a lot. Apparently I’m fun to talk about.

Josh: Yeah, you kinda are. Anyway, so you came up, and she said “Susannah? I don’t recognize that name at all.”

That was it for me. She doesn’t recognize me, but of course the one boy she DOES recognize is the one person in the drama department who I’ve had issues with ALL YEAR. She doesn’t recognize her best friend or her boyfriend, either, so I guess I shouldn’t feel that bad, but I think it’s just cause it’s that certain boy. And poor Josh. He tells me this and I start crying in the middle of math class.

This whole situation also raises so many questions that I would like to know the answers to.

Where was she all this time? Especially overnight.

Why was her phone in the bushes?

Why was her car abandoned?

Will she ever remember me? What if she doesn’t? (And DON’T say that we’ll make new memories.)

Why is it him that she remembers?

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