That night was an awful night for me. When Oli caught me crying, I told him a lie.

"What's wrong?" He said again, half an hour after getting me downstairs, when my breathing had slowed down and I was only lightly sobbing.

"I just fell down." I said to him.

His eyes widened and he took a panicked stance. "Are you hurt? What happened? Where did you fall? Is your head okay?" He was almost ready to carry me to the hospital, with the way he was standing.

I sniffed and then tried to calm the situation down. "No, I just have a sore ass. I fell on my ass when I was bending over in the bathroom. Seriously, I only fell down a foot or so at the most. I'm okay. I was just embarrassed because Alice saw me fall. And I'm just so tired of feeling dizzy and stuff." The words hung on my lips, because I knew that it was so much more than that. All of this stuff, not knowing who my own boyfriend is, not knowing who my friends were... a whole year of my life taken away from me.

"Bed time." He whispered. It was all he could say to me, without causing me to cry or become distressed. He was right though. I did need some sleep. To think it all through. And maybe, if I was quiet, I could take that pregnancy test in the middle of the night, as long as I didn't wake up Oli.

Once he had tucked me in, brought me water and said goodnight, my head hit the pillow and I was able to sleep instantly.

I dreamt of that girl again. The same exact vision or memory. She was standing with me, her eyes a beautiful shade of brown, the kind of brown eyes you get lost in for an eternity. And then she's talking to me, softly it seems. It was like watching a movie with the sound on mute. I couldn't hear what she was saying, just that she was looking straight at me and telling me something. And then, her notion got faster, her mouth and eyes looked desperate now, she was shouting and screaming at me, and then next thing I see, is her arms grab mine as though she had pushed me, and then I was falling.

I wake up fast, my heart racing and my hands sweating. Who is she? I was begining to think there was more to the story that I was missing. Did that girl try to murder me? But I didn't know her. She wasn't in any of my photographs and nobody mentioned her to me.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I could hear Oliver snoring from downstairs, and I prayed he was a heavy sleeper. Walking slowly, I made my way across the hall and into the bathroom. I made sure to stop here and there, to listen out for any movement downstairs. He was still fast asleep.

Opening the cabinet gently, and reaching to the back, I grabbed hold of the box. It rattled slightly, so I pulled it to my chest to try and smother the noise. The box was celotaped shut, and I had to run my finger nail along it to get it open.

Waiting for the results, was the longest two minutes of my life. I listened to Oli's snoring for a while, making sure he wasn't going to catch me. While I waited, I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring the laughter lines, and the little scratch on my cheek leftover from my accident.

Everything was getting a bit much. I was in a house that I didn't know, with a man who was supposedly my boyfriend but I didn't know him at all, with friends I could barely talk to, and all of these things I was being told... I didn't know them at all.

I starred at myself in the mirror now. I'm not pregnant. I don't think I can cope with that right now...

The test results should have appeared by now. I shut my eyes and glanced at it. The results were literally right in front of me. I had to look twice to clarify.

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