I wake up in the morning, clutching my sheets. My whole body tenses and I can't seem to find my breath. I don't know where I am. I don't know who I am. I don't know anything.

I sit up and look around the room in fear. I would scream, but I can't seem to move.

My mind freezes and I let out a screech. I grab my head in my hands, my fingers tangling my hair. I let out a frustrated scream through my teeth. I don't know anything, and the feeling is horrible.

I can't find any thoughts, memories, nothing. I can't find me, who I am. I'm trapped from my own mind and I'm going crazy.

"Brinley?"

I look up, realizing that the person is talking to me. She has blonde hair, pulled back in a pony tail and she's watching me with her dark brown eyes. I know her. She told me she was Clarin yesterday.

I feel comforted by the fact that I at least recognize someone.

She rushes to me and enfolds me in her arms. I breathe deeply, closing my eyes tightly.

"You're okay," Clarin whispers. "You're home."

I nod shakily. "Home."

A home I don't remember.

"It's Tuesday... Which means school, Brinley," Clarin whispers.

"Mom and dad go to work all day. I leave to school. You can't stay home. We were instructed to take you with us," she looks at me in pity. "I'm sorry, it was the only way. But I'll be with you the whole time."

"I don't even know the name of our school and I'm expected to see all the kids stares as I act confused and lost?" I ask, my eyes pleading to let me stay.

"Your classes and teachers were informed," Clarin explains.

"Even better," I sigh, rubbing my eyes. "Everyone stares at me and asks me questions and stuff. I won't know anyone."

"I'm in almost all your classes. Plus, you've got lunch with me too," she explains.

I let out a long breath, preparing myself for what will most likely be the worst day of my life.

"Go ahead and get yourself ready. We leave in twenty minutes," Clarin gives me one last hopeful smile before walking out of my room and letting me be.

I walk to what I assume to be the closet curiously. Shirts, dresses, jeans, shoes, so many things hang in my closet. I can't seem to find a memory of a thing. I pick an outfit at random and throw it on. Then I search the drawers for a brush and get the tangles out of my hair.

By the time I'm finished, Clarin is already back, watching me curiously in the mirror.

"We're leaving soon," she says finally, a sad look in her eyes.

"Alright," I nod, bracing myself for what may be the worst day of my life. Then again, I don't remember the other bad days I've had.

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"Alright, Brinley, your first class is science... That's room 201. It should be just through that door. You okay with that?" Clarin asks, looking worried.

"I'm fine," I nod, but inside I'm truly terrified. I don't know where I am.

"I'll meet you out here before your next class, okay?" She asks.

"Yeah," I nod, then I start walking in the doors. The hallway is full of students rushing in every direction. I press my way through the mess, desperately seeking 201. I spot it to my right and head in that direction, feeling sick to my stomach.

I enter the room slowly, taking everything in. The desks are perfectly in lines, all facing the whiteboard. A desk is set in the back of the room, for the teacher. She looks at me curiously, as if trying to figure me out. So do many of the students.

"Brinley," says a girl with light brown hair and chocolate eyes. "It's good to see you again."

I feel suddenly put under pressure, and I can't move. I freeze under everyone's gaze. My feet are glued to the ground and I look around at all the eyes on me.

"Miss Olsen, have you forgotten your seat?" The teacher asks from the desk in the back.

"Uh..." I say, looking around helplessly.

"Is it true?" One boy asks, looking shocked.

"What?" Another asks the first.

"I think she lost her memory," he says in what might be considered a quiet voice.

"Is that right, Brinley?" Asks the teacher. "Wait, I do recall... I'm sorry, you sit beside Jeremy there."

I don't know who Jeremy is. I look around, feeling like I want to sit down and cry. He must notice, because say Jeremy waves me over. I smile a little in thanks, and move to the seat beside him.

"We're just taking some notes, I think," he says, holding up his notebook.

"Thank you," I tell him, and grab the first notebook I find from my backpack.

I can tell already that today will be impossible.

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"Hey, Brin, ready?" Clarin asks, approaching me at our meeting spot.

"Yeah," I nod my head even though I am certainly not ready.

"Next class is history. It's just upstairs. Follow me," she says with a smile. We head back into the doors and up the stairs.

When we make it into the classroom, people stop and stare just like in the previous class. Everyone seems interested in me. Clarin ignores them all and brings me to the teacher.

"Hello, Mr. Don, you must know about Brinley, yes?" She asks in a quiet voice, though everyone in the class still listens silently.

"Ah, I have heard about the situation. Welcome, Brinley. I'm your history teacher, and by the way I am your favorite. Don't be afraid to ask me questions," he says with a smile.

I nod with a small smile. It feels so weird meeting all these people again that used to know me. I just don't remember them.

"Brinley? Is it true? Can you remember me?" Asks a girl with dark black hair and blue eyes. I stare at her, my mouth open, unable to make a sound come out.

Someone laughs.

I turn around, finding the one who did. He wears a Steelers sweatshirt and has brown hair covering his forehead. I frown at him, my face turning red in embarrassment.

"Brinley, you remember your bestie Sean?" A different boy calls to me, laughing. I turn around and spot him, and he's just shaking with laughter. A few around him are laughing as well.

Clarin grabs my wrist and keeps me walking towards an empty pair of desks.

"Brinley! It's me, remember?"

"Hah! Yeah, remember me?"

"Pretty girl don't remember nothin'."

"Yeah, pretty girl's useless now. Karma."

"Sucks to be her."

"Or her sister."

"Yeah, if she were my sister, I'd accidentally forget her on the road."

"Ignore them," Clarin whispers to me, seeing my distress. We sit down side by side and I pull out the folder labeled 'History.'

"Clarin," the same boy who spoke to me first calls across the room. "How does it feel to have a retarded sister now?"

Clarin stands up from her desk and storms over to the other side of the classroom. She grabs the boy by his collar and punches him in the nose, warning some 'Ooohh's and 'Duuuudee's.

"You don't say a freaking word about my sister," she hisses at him, still holding his collar.

"Why not, little girl? You gonna protect her? Because she doesn't know anything anymore? You've got to baby her around now, huh?" He asks, blood trickling down from his nose.

"You shut up!" She yells at him.

"Oh, a threat?" He asks with a laugh. Others laugh along with him.

I can't watch this any longer. I stand up and walk out of the classroom, my eyes blurry with tears. My innocent sister has to take this because I lost my memory?

It's obvious that I'm just a burden in everyone's life right now. I should just let them be.

I run towards the girls' bathroom and lock the stall door behind me. I slide to the ground and cry into my hands.

I just feel so overwhelmed. I can't do anything. I'm useless. I'm a weight on everyone. I don't have a clue what I'm doing, where I'm going, who I'm talking to. I can't handle this anymore. I want this all to be over. I feel like I'm stuck in a nightmare.