"Don't you act like you don't know what I'm talking about. I know you fucking remember!"

Mercedes stood out in the garden, she had just walked in through the front door and came out into the back porch, demanding that I gave her answers. I had no idea what she was talking about. Today was not the day for her to be shouting in my face, I had told Oliver a few days ago that I didn't like the way Mercedes kept getting mad with me, even though I had no idea why she was being like that.

"Remember what?" I screamed at her, holding my stomach and feeling my baby bump move slightly as I shouted.

"Her!" She started crying. She was so angry, she shoved the chair next to her up against a wall, and then turned quickly to look back at me. "You fucking remember her!"

I wanted to cry now. Seeing her that upset, and having no idea what was going on was beginning to dig at me. "Who is she?" I said one more time.

"She came over yesterday. I saw her car outside..." Mercedes lowered her voice now, almost whimpering. "I saw it. I know that you remember." She whispered.

"Who!?" I screamed now. I was so fed up with her talking on and on about something I didn't remember at all. I didn't know who came up to my door yesterday, but I knew that I didn't hallucinate it like Oliver said. Somebody did have the key to my house after all.

Mercedes swung herself away from me, and ran through the house. She left, after such a short argument, and all I could hear was her starting her car and setting off down the road. I didn't know what to do at this point, so I went back inside to sit down and think. There was a dumbass picture laying on the floor in the living room. Mercedes must have knocked it off the side as she ran through the house. I picked it up, it was just a picture of some booze sitting on a shelf or something. There was a cork board behind it, with pictures pinned on it. I didn't really know who was in the pictures, or where this shelf was.

Suddenly, my mind fled to another place. I could see a girl, smiling at me, a beach, a phone, a taxi journey... so many things were suddenly brought back in my mind. I could remember the visions of stuff happening, but I still couldn't remember the girls name, or who she was. I couldn't remember what we had done together, other than her pushing me to cause my accident. The girl must be the one that Mercedes was on about. Did she try to come back to kill me!? A tear left my eye. How could someone kill a pregnant woman? How could they be so heartless...

I went and laid myself down in my bedroom, I was scared for my life. I was googling stuff on my laptop, about if I could possibly move house. I needed to get away from here if there was someone trying to kill me! I felt helpless.. I couldn't take it to the police until I knew the girls name, but at the same time, I was worried that I had done something worse to her. Maybe she was trying to kill me because I had done something absolutely terrible. I just wanted to know why she was in my dreams at night. Why was she so important?

I looked up at the ceiling for a minute, my eyes generally wandering around the room. I saw the little tiny panel that lead up into the attic. I didn't really think too much, but something was telling me that there was more to the panel. I had faint visions of myself climbing up there. I could remember it was cramped, like a crawl space too. What the hell was I doing up there? Only one way to find out.

I pulled the lever attached to the panel, and some steps fell down out of it. I started climbing up them, making sure to hold on tightly onto it whilst I took each step. I could feel my baby moving in my stomach again, and I gave it a tiny pat, as to say that everything was going to be okay. I got into the crawl space, and looked around. There wasn't much up here, apart from a few boxes. But I saw something... It was a tiny box, with beads and embroidery on the top. The box was a velvet like material, and it was tucked behind two bigger cardboard boxes.

I started to lift the top up, peering carefully inside.

There was a phone in there.

The phone that I had been remembering all this time.

Why would I hide it up here? There must have been so many secrets I was hiding before I had the accident...

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