Cammie POV

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes as I looked around a white room. I looked at the end of my bed and saw a concerned woman sitting there, looking at me contently. She looked at me as she caught my gaze,

"Morning Cammie." The woman said to me. I looked at her trying to place her face, "Cammie?" She asked moving closer. Her long blond hair was swept neatly to the side and her perfectly smooth skin seemed… well… perfect.

"Who's Cammie?" I asked her. The woman looked slightly taken a back.

"Your Cammie. Cammie Johnson, and I'm your mum." The woman said. I sat there thinking when I realised, I had no memory of my life… at all…

"I'm sorry…" I said looking at the floor. She very well could be my mum for all I knew, but as I looked at my reflection on the wall, comparing my facial features to hers, we couldn't have been more different. The door suddenly swung open and a man walked in.

"Hey Cammie." He said sitting on the end of my bed. He looked very muscular and concerned as he looked at me.

"Who are you?" I said then realising how ride I sounded corrected my mistake, "I mean, I cant remember anything, so don't take it personally" I gushed trying to fix my mistake.

"None taken. You had a nasty bash to your head so we were warned you'd have some memory loss." He said patting my shoulder. I looked in his eyes as U saw something in his eyes, was it… no it couldn't be… but he looked almost relieved that I had no memory. "Excuse me a second, I have to call someone." He said as he left the room. We sat there in an awkward silence as I listened to his conversation.

"Yes Rachel, she doesn't have any memory of anything… Yes I know. Tell Joe not to worry, yes I see… Okay, will do. Bye." He walked in and something passed between my parents.

"Can I go home?" I asked quietly. They looked at each other.

"Sure." They said as I sat up and changed, then got lead to a car with blacked out windows. After fifteen minutes in the car, we turned up to a house in a picture perfect neighbour hood.

"Where are we?" I asked

"Home." My mum said,

"But where is home?" I said, hinting I wanted the location.

"Washington DC" My dad said as I walked in and was lead up to a large room. I looked at the pictures on the mirror of me and my parents,

"Whos that?" I asked pointing to one of the boys in one of the pictures.

"That's your brother, James" the man said putting a hand on my shoulder. I turned and walked over to the double bed with pink comforter on it.

"What happened to me?" I asked my dad,

"You were walking to the shops when you got hit by a car and well… you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time." He said sitting next to me. I nodded taking it in. "We only recently moved here, so you will be attending a new school." He said as if that magically made everything better. And I suppose it did… It would save the awkward moments when I don't know who they are and have to ask.

"Okay." I said nodding. I look at the clock, "Is it okay if I have a shower before dinner?" I ask. He nodded and left. I snooped around my room looking at clothes and pictures of me when I was younger. One was of me on a horse in a place that looked like Nebraska. There was also another one of me on a horse but taken recently, but I was in a different uniform. I tried to read the logo on the blouse but it was unreadable. I looked through my draws and in one was a box with a neat scrawl on the top saying 'Cammie Memories'. I opened it and found small things, a necklace with a crest on it, a wedding ring, some pictures of me and a smaller box with my name on the top. I opened it and inside was an iPhone 5 and a note.

Cammie, I hope you get better soon, lots of love, mum and dad

I unpacked the iPhone and switched it on and for the first time. I smiled. I grabbed some towels from the draw and went into the mint green bathroom to shower.

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When I walked downstairs, they were sitting at the table waiting, there were four plates, and only three of us. I didn't question it, I just sat down. There was one thing swirling around my head. The image I saw in the mirror. My toned muscles and flat stomach. And scars, scars that didn't look accidental.

"Are you okay?" my mum asked, I nodded and sat down silently.

"Was I sporty." I asked out loud, scaring myself, my parents seemed a bit shocked by my question, "Just I noticed my body is very toned." I cleared up as realisation crossed their faces.

"Yes." The bell rang as my dad stood to answer it so my mum carried on, "You loved horse back riding, gymnastics, swimming and running. You also enjoyed martial arts." My dad returned with another man as they all passed relieved looks. I looked blankly at the man walking in to the kitchen.

"Cammie this is Joe. He is a family friend." My dad said, I smiled,

"Hi Joe." I said as Joe sat down and I looked at a spot on the wall.

"Are you okay Cammie?" He asked, I nodded silently. I spun the pasta around on my fork as Joe and my parents had small talk.

"May I be excused?" I asked. I didn't wait for a reply as I stood up and ran to my room. I rummaged through the wardrobe and found a pair of running shoes that looked well worn. I put them on as I called down the stairs.

"Can I go running?" I heard whispers as my dad shouted back,

"No, maybe tomorrow. I will come with you." I sighed as I walked back into my room and straight out the window. I climbed down the drain pipe and ran. I liked that feeling. That I felt free. The weird thing was that it was as if I was invisible, nobody saw me… at all. And I liked it. I ran for over two hours before returning home, when I climbed in the window, there was two very angry men waiting for me.

"Hi." I said climbing back in the window.

"Cammie, I said you couldn't go running." My dad said in a stern voice.

"I don't see the big deal." I said calmly.

"Cammie, there are bad people out there that would hurt you and other people out there with out a second thought. That's why I said I will come running with you tomorrow." I looked at him blankly.

"But Im back, and Im not hurt." I said,

"But things could have ended differently." He said,

"Let me talk to her a sec." Joe said. Dad nodded and walked out leaving me alone with Joe. I sat on the bed and looked at him blankly.

"Cammie, I know you must be frustrated about not remembering anything, but I promise its not as bad as you think." Joe said sitting next to me,

"I liked running. It felt familiar. Like I was free." I said, I don't know why I said it, but I felt like I trusted him. He nodded, "Nobody saw me, it was like I was invisible and didn't need to worry about anything." I continued,

"I understand Cammie, but your dads just worried about you. He almost lost you once, he doesn't want to loose you again." And he seemed genuine as he said it, like he knew how it felt to loose some one speacil to them.

"Have you ever lost any one important to you?" I asked looking at him, he smiled weakly as he nodded.

"Yes, I have this best friend, and his daughter went missing. We spent ages looking for her until finally she turned up on the door step. It turned out she had memory loss, and was going crazy. She had treatment and was fine, but was petrified of where she lived, so they sent her away hopefully for a better life." He said looking at me.

"How long have I known you?" I asked him,

"Since you were very young. You're like a daughter to me and it broke my heart when you got hit by the car." He said smoothing my hair. "Can you promise me one thing Cammie?" I nodded looking at him, "Do as your parents say and stay safe?" He asked. I nodded as he walked away, closing my door behind him. I laid on my bed and drifted to sleep.

So this is the start of my story. Review and let me know if you liked it or not