The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

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Even their letters always had a lot of cancellations, possibly because they had slipped in it, and she had no idea why.

Plus, it wasn't just them.

Everyone else avoided her, or perhaps, they didn't in a sense. They all spoke to her, but carefully, like they thought of their words many times before saying it, not that she ever even bothered to ask why.

Yes, her Father explained that she had lost certain memories but told her that they weren't important to begin with. Two years of her memories and nothing important? It was laughable. So much had changed.

The twins were different. Father was— Married to a man. Mother was dead, though no one refused to tell her why. They lived in Father's husband house. And— And according to everyone, Alex had graduated school early. That she had been the smartest even, which wasn't exactly true. She had been smart, but not the smartest.

Yet...

Yet, with all this revelations, she felt herself slowly creep into a shell. She tried, to remember. Tried her hardest, but nothing came. It frustrated her at the beginning, and her pride would not let her ask anyone for help, but with the days that came, she didn't ask anymore.

Instead, Alex stayed away from public eye. Spending her time in her room, reading. Living, but not exactly filled with life. It seemed like whatever could make her joyful was gone, or perhaps, she just didn't see anything worth bothering herself about.

Alia... Alia sometimes came around, but she had school, and... A boyfriend apparently. Not that she ever accepted that she was in a relationship with Alex, but she never truly admitted to it. Alex only found out because Alia could be too forgetful for her own good, leaving her phone open when she came over once.

Did Alex ask? No, she didn't. As she said, things were different. Everyone felt different. The seconds she spent with Alia didn't feel the same. Nothing felt the same. It seemed like she could trust no one. Speak to anyone.

All she had, were dreams. Though she could never remember it after she woke up, her brain begged her to hold onto it. That this, was important.

And she did try, many times to remember what her dream held, but the action once made her bleed through her nose and get a earful from Hezekiah who thought she was trying to remember her past memories, which for some reason, she didn't bother for.

Anything her Father seemed to believe would trigger her, he kept it away. Acting like she was a child that didn't know what was good for hee, but Alexandra didn't care. She could scarcely care for many things now.

Her brain, just refused to let her remember anything, only focusing on the dreams, and as she stayed alone, tried to figure out what she could, her ability to even socialize with anyone reduced drastically.

Anyone who spoke to her knew that talking to her was like looking at a soulless person. It was Alex, but at the same time, it wasn't. This person was quiet, cold. Distant. She was there, but she wasn't at the same time.

The only one who ever cherished her company was Alexander Parker.

He was a strange male, always spending an evening of every week with her, most times, she just sat with him while he talked, telling her stories that sounded unbelievable, and though she never interacted or replied, he was the only one that she felt a kindred spirit with.