Someone Else

Chapter 1

I wake up and there's a bright ass light shining into my face. I lift my hand to block it out.

Wait, my hand? I can move it?

I open my eyes again and my eyebrows furrow. This is a hospital room but it's so modern and clean. The smell of this hospital is different even, it doesn't stink of piss and blood like the hospitals I've been in.

Then I notice my hand. Where are my scars? Why is my hand so... White?

I hit the red button next to my bed and a nurse comes in.

"Sweetie, what's wrong? Does it hurt anywhere?"

The nurse... She's black? I'm not in Vietnam anymore am I?

Just the sight of her makes me feel so excited. Did God answer my prayer? Is this heaven?

"Why am I here?" I asked. "I can't remember anything."

No, I remember everything. But my memories probably don't fit this body. I won't f**k this up. I can't. I'm dead. This is my second chance at living.

"Oh, honey, you're in St Bernards hospital. You were in the ER for an accident. You tripped in the bathroom and hit your head. Do you remember?"

So the new me is a klutz, sounds like me. "What's my name? Where are my parents?"

"You're Amelia Shackler, your parents just went to the cafeteria for lunch, do you want me to find them?" She said.

"Yes, please." I said.

She nods and go out. I take this chance to unhook myself from the IV and go to the bathroom.

Oh my god. The face staring back at me... She's pretty. I mean, I'm pretty.

This face is similar to my old face. Same facial structure, same lips, same raven black hair. But she has big green eyes, a small button nose and her skin is perfect.

Her body is the same type as mine, curvy. Her chest isn't a DD but she's a D cup. I turn to the side and see I'm maybe 140 pounds, 5'7 still.

I realize that my old self could have looked like this with plastic surgery and scar removals so I don't feel too freaked out.

Thank you, God. I'm sorry for this girl, who must have died. I will pray for her immortal soul.

"Amelia? Where'd you go?" A middle aged woman asked form outside.

"Mom?" I asked, coming out of the bathroom. "You're my mom?"

She's tall. 5'10 maybe. Her hair is as black as mine and I have her nose and lips. The man with her is 6'3, I have his eyes. Yes, these are my parents.

"Oh, honey. I can't believe you lost your memory!" She said, hugging me tightly. "You have to be more careful!"

I feel a surge of sadness for them. Their daughter is gone and I am here. I must be good to them, I'll be the perfect daughter.

"It's okay, I'm okay." I said, hugging her back. She smells like Chanel. "I'll just have to remember everything again, I guess. This is going to suck."

She laughed. "Well, we'll have to be reintroduced then." She said, letting go.

The man, my dad, looks at me oddly. A little surprised even. Oh no, do we not get along?

Who is Amelia? Is she a troublemaker?

"Can I get a hug?" I asked him.

He hesitantly wraps his arms around me and I sigh. Oh this feels nice. I like hugs.

"Where am I? What state is this?" I asked.

"Wisconsin. Milwaukee to be exact." Mom said. "We'll take you home after the doctors do a checkup."

Milwaukee? Liam goes to school here! Wait. What year is it? What month is it? What day is it? Where's my phone?

"Do I have any clothes here?" I asked instead. "And my phone?"

"All in your backpack, don't worry, we didn't go through it."

I nod and take my black backpack from the visitor's chair and go to the bathroom.

I change into a pair of sweats and a baggy t-shirt without looking in the mirror. I have to get used to this body before I go peaking around.

The phone is the newest iphone model. Wow. I've never had anything so fancy before.

Face recognition works and I sigh in relief. It's... Thursday. I died yesterday. I thank Him again and come out feeling refreshed. "How old am I? What school do I go to?"

"You're 17, you're a sophomore at Redwood High." Mom answered. Same age but different grade. I hope I do well in school here.

I stretch out my sore muscles and find that I'm flexible. Damn, I feel strong.

A doctor comes in and tells me to sit on the bed.

"So, I hear you lost your memory." The doctor said, oddly cheerful about the fact.

I don't reply, not knowing what to say. They might put me in a nut house if I said I'm not Amelia.

He takes my pulse and temperature and checks my motor function. "Everything seems good here, you're in perfect shape. Mr and Mrs Shackler, please sign this form..."

My phone buzzes and I look at it. There are many texts, it seems that Amelia was popular. Some of these texts seem...off. Amelia...you were a troublemaker. Weed stashes? Parties?

Damn, this girl is me. f**k.

Stephanie, Jake, Julian, Macy,... These are my friends. But they're all hooligans. I'll need new friends then.

"Mom, dad, am I a disappointment?" I ask, horrified with these messages. If I read through them, I'd probably piece together Amelia's life. But I'm not sure I want to know.

I look at the photos and pale. Many nudes of me and guys and guys in me... Oh gosh, Amelia was a whore...

"No, honey! You're just..." Mom said, trailing off.

"I'm a nightmare." No wonder dad hesitated to hug me. I'm not that different from Amelia, but she was worse than me.

I quickly delete the messages and photos and put the phone away. I've seen all of Amelia now.

"It's okay." Mom said, hugging me.

It will be okay now. Because I will act like myself and it will be a massive improvement anyways.

No offense Amelia, but gross. Who does anal at 17 years old? And who takes a video of them doing anal? I suspect the guy in the video is Jake. So Jake must be the boyfriend.

Not for much longer. I'm gonna change my life.