My eyes blinked open. I was in a bed. Funny. The last thing I remembered was having a knife jabbed into my skull. Shouldn't I be dead?
I started getting up when I noticed the lump under the blanket next to me had long, blonde hair sticking out. Memories flooded my mind as I tried to piece together what was going on.
Brigit spent every night with me while my parents were gone.
I was dating Brigit Dawson.
I thought of Abby. No new memories. All of them were exactly what I remembered. Playing with her in the local toy store when we were kids. Plucking honey suckles in the woods behind our houses. Leaving her crying on her back porch, and every second after that making her life a living hell.
Trial three: everything is exactly the same.
After getting up,
