The Parent Trap

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Carly Lewis freēwebnovel.com

POV

I hated malls more than anything. It was always way too loud, way too crowded and always too many people brushing past me way too closely. I didn’t know if it was because I have no memories of my past. Who I am or who I was.

I envied these people. They looked like they belonged in the world, Maybe they did belong, but I didn’t feel like I did. I don’t even know if I ever felt like I belonged.

I tightened my grip on the paper shopping bag in my arms as I walked through the mall trying to avoid bumping into anyone, the sound of music echoing softly through the massive building. Christmas was always the worst time for me, the bright lights, the happiness of everyone around me, the families, couples and friends that got together when I had no one.

I always felt so disconnected from all of it. I had no one in this world. Most of the time it felt like I was watching somebody else’s life instead of my own. I felt like I was living in someone else life than my own.

I passed a clothing store without really looking inside, my mind drifting somewhere far away like it always did. Like this wasn’t how I spent most of my days before my accident. Most days felt like I was stuck in the clouds dreaming of a day I belonged somewhere. My days were empty, blurry almost, like there was something important I was forgetting. A hole in my chest that couldn’t be filled no matter how hard I tried.

Its been two years... Two years of living a blank life.

Two years without a single memory of who I was before waking up in that hospital bed. I had no family. I had no past. Not even my own name. I had an ID on me when I was found and the name was Carly Lewis.

I slowed near the centre fountain, staring absentmindedly at the water spilling over smooth black stone. I was always fascinated by the fountains. It always brought me a sense of comfort. Even more than smoking did.

Then I turned the corner too quickly and slammed straight into someone. The force knocked the breath out of my lungs.

"Oh, I’m so sorry." I say quickly as I stumbled backward. My bag falling to the floor. I turn to look at the man who bump into me. He wore a long dark coat that reminded me of the matrix. His expression was cold.

Our eyes met and those dark green eyes, the same color as moss, it was so familiar it made my head ache. It’s like something in my mind snapped.

The headache turned into an excruciating stabbing sensation that exploded through my skull.A gasp tore through my throat and I clutched my head in pain.

"Ah—!"

It felt like five murders were driving knives into my brain to punish me. The pain was unbearable. I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.

Just as I was about to give up and die, images flashes through my mind. Rain pouring onto a black pavement blood smeared across my trembling hands, someone calling out to me. Running through darkness clutching my arm, gunshots echoing behind me following after me.

Green eyes stare at me as I run away from the danger.

My breathing turned ragged and my chest tight.

The images came faster and faster, crashing into each other so violently I couldn’t keep up. More and more images stacking on top of one another. I didn’t understand any of them.

"Die!"

"Silver!"

"This fucking bitch! Die!"

Hands grabbing mine. "Monica..." he says softly pulling me way with him.

I let out a scream. The pain was getting even worse. It felt like someone was physically pulling my skull apart. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

I could hear voices around me. It was getting louder. The pain was finally letting up.

"Miss? Are you alright?"

"Should we call someone?"

"What’s going on?"

What is going on? None of it felt real.

Then suddenly it was all gone. All those images faded into nothing. Like I’d lost my mind.

The pain disappeared almost instantly and so did the images that accompanied it.

I sucked in a shaky breath still not believing what just happened. I slowly opened my eyes. All the noise that once surrounded me rushed back all at once and it messed with my insides.

Everything was back to normal but I didn’t feel like I was normal. If anything what just happened made me believe I might know that man.

I blinked rapidly, trying to hold onto the images that had flooded my mind seconds ago, but they were already gone, they’d slipped away faster than I could catch them.

Those memories were all I had, but they were gone. I wanted them now, more than ever. No needed them now more than ever. I wanted to know who I was. Was I really Carly Lewis?

"What the hell..." I whispered breathlessly.

My heart pounded violently against my ribs as I finally lowered my hands from my head and looked at my hands. I don’t know why but I had to check if they were filled in blood.

Did I remember the accident?

The man. Where was he?

I looked up quickly. He was gone. Completely gone. Where did he go? How long was I out for him to disappear from my view completely.

I stood way too fast, dizziness washing over me as my eyes searched the crowd desperately for him.

The couple that was helping me had left already, everyone else was going about their days, moving past me like they were on a mission. I watched a mother hold her daughter’s hand and it tugged at me, in a way I couldn’t understand.

There were teenagers carrying shopping bags talking to one another, I don’t even remember when I was a teenager what type of things did I do?

There was an male employee walking past me with a shopping cart filled with boxes. I couldn’t help but stare, I didn’t even know if I had a retail job before. I knew nothing about my life.

As looked through the crowd, getting distracted by things I didn’t know if I had in my life. But no there was no man with moss green eyes. It was like he had disappeared into thin air.

My chest tightened painfully as I turned in slow circles, searching every face around me. I didn’t understand what had just happened. I didn’t understand why looking at a stranger had felt like somebody tearing open a locked door inside my head. I had to find him again, because for the first time in two years I had a clue as to who I was. And that my memories were in there somewhere, I just had to look.