Description
The sounds overwhelm me and I don't know what to do. I watch as the people swarm around me talking, but I can't hear them. I am watching the screen. I see myself in the recording, but what I see is not what I remember. I look at the woman with hope in her eyes. "That's not me." I state matter-of-factly, but I can't even convince myself. I see myself and I know that it's me, but it didn't happen. I see the hope drain from the woman's eyes. "Come on Laney, don't you remember?" A tall blonde boy asks me with desperation evident in his voice. "I'm sorry, but um, that's not what happened. And my name is not Laney." I look down, not wanting to see the pain in his eyes. He seemed familiar, it was hard to hurt him, but there was nothing I could do. They had the wrong girl. The doctor ushers them out of the room again and I hear her whisper to them as they leave, "We can try again tomorrow." Then I am left once again in the white room with nothing, no one. Again, I am alone, and that is how I like it. I sigh as I walk back to my white bed, and close my eyes, prepared for another night of restless sleep.
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