Chapter 6

I was nine, panicking searching all around my room for my necklace. I had been climbing a tree to get my lost kite while playing with a new friend I just made after Loveth, my mum had made us move around 12 times or more. She was never good with men and had to move whenever she got a new heartbreak.

"I will never let a darn man into my life, ever again." This was her original motto before she decided on "You know what, I won't make a darned person think he can control my life, I'll do whatever the hell I want to."

That was how we started it, different dates, boyfriends and they all abandoned her, most of them stole her money and we always had to move to restart.

My grandparents are rich but Loveth has the habit of being unable to maintain equanimity because of her stupid beliefs which affected me too.

When I was seven, my nan gave me a necklace, it was from my dad. She said he left it with me and I should wear it to remember him.

I did so out of happiness. Except, Loveth wanted every atom that reminded us of him out. She had me when she was 16 and now I'm the same age but, wiser.

I fell from the tree after a branch gave way and hit my head, I could only remember the small boy I just made as a friend, who tried hard to convince me we were the same age, shouting my name.

When I woke up, I was diagnosed with amnesia, all of the things from three years ago were long gone. My mum had to remind me of most memories.

Gladly, I didn't forget her, or my grandparents but I definitely forgot about dad. Or not.

I got different stories from mum about how I'm special, different from other kids, I didn't need a dad. The same old story.

My necklace in fact, was gone. Before, I couldn't live without it but now I couldn't even recognise it. My life was somewhat a mess but the friend I made cured it.

He was the one who helped me when I fell and although I had just known him, he tried harder than anyone for me to remember my three days memory with him.

"What things can cure memory loss? Oh, meditation, in a quiet area. Sleeping, I think you need 15 hours a day to gain back your memory..."

"What? No way, never heard of someone sleeping for more than half a day, I've got better things to do."

"Or maybe if you return here every day, No!, that'll trigger you and make you traumatized"

"No, thanks"

"AMARA!"

"Clinton!"

"You're hopeless."

I don't remember his name, till date, Clinton, Clarkton. They don't sound first nameish but I'm sure that rings a bell on his name.