A young girl walks down the street. We now know her as Thirteen, or Dr. Hadley. But now, she's just Remy. A girl with no mother, a depressed father and nothing that really makes her life worth living. Her naturally brown hair is a mess. Knotted and tangled with bits of bright dye mixed throughout. Things have gotten confusing recently for Remy. She's not sure how she wants the world to see her. And confused by the simplest things in life. Like decisions. Remy can't wrap her mind around why everyone has picked different things and made different choices. She's looked up how the brain makes one decide things, but she still can't understand why everyone is different. A girl with a short haircut passes and smiles at her. She can't help but smile back. Slowly, the two start walking closer to each other.
iThat's wrong. /i
The other girl greets Remy, and without even asking her name, she pulls her into an embrace.
iNo...No that didn't happen that's wrong! /i
Remy's brain was fighting to show her the rest of the memory, but she wouldn't allow it. She forced her mind to stop and her eyes to open. That wasn't her memory. That wasn't right...Was it? No. That was just the first girl she liked. They never even talked.....Did they? Her brain was deteriorating so quick it was hard to tell. Things were even more confusing now then they had been then. Even though she'd forced the memory from her mind, she still felt arms around her. And now she felt moisture on her cheek. Her eyes wouldn't focus. Her ears couldn't hear. She was still lost in her own mind.
Remy forced herself to see, to hear, to be aware again. There were arms around her. And there was something wet on her cheek. Tears. But not hers. Remy weakly looked down. Alison Cameron was holding onto her, fighting off the twitches and tremors that tore through Remy's body, leaving her weak and sore. The tears were Cameron's too.
"Why are you crying?" Remy managed.
"Because you don't deserve this....My memories...they mean so much to me. You don't deserve to loose yours. No one does." Cameron sniffled, wiping her tears away.
Remy sighed. She hated pity, but this was somehow different. More endearing in some way. "I do. If anyone does, I do. Most of my memories aren't worth holding onto anyway." Her voice became more drowsy as she spoke and by the time she finished speaking, she'd already fallen asleep.