"Gabby" I hear someone shout, causing me to groan
"What?" I try to speak, quickly realising that I had no voice
I quickly sit up and clutch my throat
I've lost my voice...
I'm sick, what the fuck?
I was completely fine yesterday.
"Gabby?"I hear the same voice, realising it is Sammy
I must look terrible right now
I run towards my bathroom before Sam enters my room
I look at myself in the mirror, I was right
I do look terrible.
I have noticeable bags under my eyes, and trust me...they're not designer
"Gabriella?" I hear Sam for the third time
I slightly huff, opening the door
"Are you okay?" He frowns
"Yes, I know I look like shit" I whisper
"What happened to your voice?" He laughs
"I don't know, I guess I lost it" I say, falling back on to my bed
"So does that mean we can't hang out?" He pouts his bottom lip like a child
I put my index finger up at him, signalling for him to wait a minute
I begin typing my message to Sam, because it hurts to whisper
The message read
"We can hang out but I won't be any fun"
"That's not true, we can just chill" he shrugs
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Three hours later and we are still sat in my bedroom listening to Shawn Mendes, one of Sam's friends
I can now talk, a little
"Hey, I've heard this song before" I talk quietly
"Oh yeah, it's called The Weight, maybe you heard it on the radio" Sam slightly smiles at me
"It's a good song, Shawn is very talented"
"I bet you're just as good" he nudges me
"Shut up" I laugh
"Sam, can I ask you a question?" I change the topic
"Sure" he looks over to me
"Does Nash's grandparents really live next door?" I furrow my eyebrows
"Yeah, why?"
"I don't know, I just keep having these flashbacks of being with Nash and these other people, sometimes I have flashbacks of Cameron" I say, causing Sam to break eye contact with me
"I don't know what to tell you Gab, maybe you just had a dream but you didn't realise it was one" he shrugs
"But don't you think it's a coincidence that me and Nash both have similar features, the same birthday and not to forget, the same surname"
"I do think it is just a coincidence" he emphasis 'just'
"Maybe" I sigh
I'm not crazy, I know that these flashbacks aren't just from a dream
If I am right, why is my family lying to me?
I have so many unanswered questions,
I just don't want to seem like that crazy girl who believes that she secretly has a twin brother, and her dad is keeping her from knowing the truth.
Sooner or later I'll find out what's going on, because it's driving me insane.