As soon as I open my eyes, memories flood my brain of my sad reality.

I'm alone, my parents died in a car crash when I was five and I stayed with my grandma until last year when she passed away. I live alone and I just finished school. I don't have any friends, I guess that's why I was so excited to go under. When everyone turns 18, they are required by law to go under. It's a procedure that shows you who your other is. It's good and bad because you know who-who they are but you don't know how to get to them.

When you're under, some things you experience or more fiction than fact. Our brains can be tricky that way. I should be happy, the girl of my dreams is out there somewhere waiting for me to find her, but somehow I can do nothing but cry.

I don't deserve to even find her, nobody loves me and nobody will. Even if she is my other, she will lose interest, they all do. I had a girlfriend when I was 16. Her name was Grace. We knew we weren't each other, other. Everyone is born with a symbol on their ring finger. Mine is a rose, and hers was some sort of bird. We didn't care though. Being with each other was fun, she filled a void in my heart. I felt myself falling for her, it was a stupid decision. Some people don't have to go under because she found her other early on. I couldn't stop her from leaving, they were meant to be.

A shaggy brown haired boy walked in holding a clipboard.

"So, how'd it go," he asked me with a smile.

"Well, I found her," I smile weakly.

"I had a feeling you would," he smirks and removes the IV from my arm as well as the wires on my head.

"Did you ever meet your other, y'know outside of being under", I ask curiously.

"Nope and I'm 23", he answers with a sigh.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I say.

"Its fine, I'm not giving up hope just yet", he chuckles.

In a few hours, I'm walking through the cold downtown streets, making my way to my apartment. It starts to rain and my feet splash in the newly formed puddles. I walk into the cold building and take the elevator up to my place. When I get to my doorstep I pull my keys out from my pocket and walk in solemnly. After throwing my keys in a nearby tray, I flop face first into my couch.

I miss her. I want her. I wanna know her for real. I wonder what about her was true, and what things did my mind make up about her. I wish I could just ask her.. What if I looked for her? I don't have a job, even though I have been looking. When my aunt passed away she left 30 thousand dollars to my name. I keep it in a safe. because I promised to use it for a good cause. Finding my other seems legit enough. But what if I'm just wasting my time? What if I spend all my money, traveling the world, and never find her? I don't want to wait five years to see her again. I need her now!

I get up and race to my bedroom and pull out a notebook and pen before sitting at my desk. I need to write everything I remember from when I was under.

1. Sabrina Annlynn Carpenter

2. Shes 18

Those are the only two things I know for fact. The rest could be total bs but it's all I have.

3. Singer/actress/dancer

4. 2 other sisters.

5. Lives in L.A.

6. Born in Pennsylvania

7. Son of a bitch named Corey

8. Elizabeth Carpenter

9. David Carpenter

10. In and Out Burger

I smile remembering her love for that place. My heart always fluttered when I saw her big blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

I pull out my laptop and search her name. Nothing, in particular, stood out, she's definitely not a pop star, but she should be. I call a few phone numbers, that are linked to her name and failed majorly. I move on to the next name, David Carpenter. A list of thing come up with his name. Apparently, he lives in Northern California and is the CEO company that made a huge social media app called "Ditch". I call the number to the companies headquarters. A receptionist answered and said that David isn't available.

"Well, could you leave a message for me," I ask.

"Absolutely", she says.

"Just tell him my name is Y/n Y/l/n and I have some important business-related questions to ask him. I'm interested in partnering with him," I say.

"Sure thing, I will tell him as soon as possible", she says.

"Thank you", I say before hanging up.

I close my laptop and sigh, hoping for the best.

Bruh I wrote a chap earlier for this and clicked publish, apparently wattpad didn't like it and made it disappear 😑