Chapter Three

By the time I was almost seventeen, I had gotten all of my old friends back. I would walk down a street and everyone would shout, hands waving, "Hey, Deirdre!" Also, my light brown hair wasn't long and always messy anymore. I decided to cut it short so it wasn't in my face all the time. And you know what? I'd forgotten about my anomalous eyes. How silly is that?

Tristan seemed to have forgotten me completely before I reacquainted myself with him. I viewed that as a fairly good thing though, since I was able to start all over again. Every embarrassing or bratty thing I did was erased from my true Love's memory.

Kate didn't want to be my friend, unfortunately. She had set her mind towards Tristan, and then said that I would only stand in her way of him if we were friends. So that was just one friendship that would never be, I guessed.

Oh, Cade, one of my childhood friends, had not abandoned the memory of me. How sweet! But I still didn't like him in the way he claimed so often to like me. Actually, the blond-headed boy was, after all the time I hadn't come in any contact with him, a total idiot and child. But he was always able to put a smile on my face. Well, an inner smile, that is.

Daren had not omitted me either. I was partially glad, but he apparently had a forever crush on me, so that part I didn't like. All the time, he was nice, sweet, and strong, but pals were the highest relationship status I'd go to with him.

I had faded in just about everybody else's minds, but they were eventually able to recollect me after I jogged their memories. I was thankful to that.

But still, it was nearly two years after I had met that man that spoke of things like fate and such. A lot of the time I was thinking about it. When I tried not to, it didn't work. Using all my might, I simply could not forget. Most nights, I even dream it; although, I might call it a reoccurring nightmare, even if it didn't make me wet the bed like one.

My father was still alive, of course. He had seen his spouse's convulsed body, and had been scarred ever since. I even heard him, a grown man, whimper and cry, rather than snoring, in his sleep. That hurt me terribly.

With every friend I'd gained back, I worried more. Was I supposed to be alone forever? Or was I supposed to be accompanied in life with friends and family? Would I ever know?!

Oh... haunted. I was haunted unceasingly with those questions and more. The most frequent one was: "Why me?" One thing I knew, however, was that I would never be completely normal and merry until every single perplexity in my life was properly answered.

Gee, that insane murderer really screwed with me and my so-called precious ‘fate’.

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