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Storming upstairs, she reached her room in a blind rage and locked the door. Free flowing tears washed her face messily and Sydney hurled her tiny for onto the soft mattress that was below the window, the blue curtains allowing only a trickle of light into the messy room.

Soon the pillow she rested her head on was drenched in sloppy tears. As she found a washcloth and rubbed her light makeup from her face, there was a knock at the door. "Leave me ALONE!" She shouted, fresh tears brimming in her eyes.

"Sydney Elizabeth open the door this instant." Her mother commanded and retaliated by throwing a pencil at the wood barrier. "Sydney!" Melanie snapped again.

"Go away" Sydney hollered. Her mother fetched the key and unlocked the door with a welcoming click. The teen wiped away more tears as her mother grabbed her wrist and slapped lightly at it. She gathered Sydney's stuff and dragged her out to the car, where she buckled the reluctant Sydney who was resisting and biting all the way. Tears forged new pathways down her porcelain-like face and Sydney surrendered the towel and used her sleeve. Eventually the tears subsided and the shouting and name-calling began.

"Your such an ungrateful brat! I saved you!"

"Saved me! Now I'll be pregnant within the month! Who's the man of the day today?"

"You spoiled child! Your father was a no good, two-timing jerk!"

"You're the one with the affair, Mrs. Bolton!"

"Miss Nightrider! Mom to you!"

"Really? I imagined something torturous!" Sydney shouted and shoved her mother as they approached the freeway. The older woman last control of the convertible and drove towards the sidewalk uncontrollably. She let out a piercing shriek as Sydney covered her head.

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"Dad, why'd mom take Sydney?"

"Troy." His annoyed father nagged the younger male. "Troy!" He shouted and Troy re-entered the room.

"We give you this report covered by Carmen Liable." The news blared. "Thanks, Cindy. An argument offset a huge collision just approaching Highway 19. You want to avoid the crash sight. Two females were involved. Only one was critically injured, the other suffered minor injuries to her wrists, hands and a small head injury. The police won't release any more information on the cause of the crash at this time. They do say that the cell-phone in the mother's purse was on, and recently was dialed, within fifteen minutes, leading them to believe the cellular device was indeed the cause, but wont release specifics until one of the victims can inform us of the cause. This is Carmen Liable reporting. Back to you, Cindy."

"Thank you Carmen. Investigators released the license plate and are urging family members to come quickly to the Royal Joseph in New Mexico. The plate reads 'M. BOLTON' and is from New Mexico."

"Sydney!" Troy burst out and ushered his dad towards the door in a quick walk. They both wore masks of worry and fear as they sped towards the hospital.

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Her eyes fluttered open, and the scenery surrounding her was draped in white. Something made a steady beep-beep beep-beep of a heart and the smell of sanitizer was great. A face with shaggy brown hair appeared in her line of vision and an excited voice called, "Dad! Syd's eyes are open!" Another man, an older one hurriedly got a woman clad in green and rushed her over. She helped Sydney sit up, and asked her questions about herself.

"What's your name?"

"Sydney Elizabeth Bolton."

"How old are you?

"Um…Fifteen on February 19."

"What happened?" The nurse asked, jotting her answers down on a paper.

"What happened when?"

"What is the last thing you can remember?" The nurse asked her quietly.

"Yelling at Carmen." Sydney stated. The nurse asked when and Sydney replied, "Yesterday evening." The nurse pulled Jack aside and spoke to him calmly.

"Mr. Bolton, don't be alarmed. This happens all the time. Your daughter seems to be suffering from mild traumatic amnesia. I believe the car crash is the cause. It is temporary, and your daughter will soon remember what happened. Try and keep her away from activities that could trigger dissociative amnesia, which is the memory loss of a stressful or tramatic event in a person's life. Okay?"

Jack nodded and walked back to his ill daughter and they began to chat. "Nurse?" He asked about an hour later.

"Yes?"

"How long does she have to stay?"

"She can leave tomorrow morning, sir." He said his thanks and went back to Sydney.

The Next Morning

"Ready Sydney?" Jack asked as he wheeled her towards the door of the hospital. She nodded her consent. They helped Sydney up and to the car, where they put her in and buckled her seatbelt, which she protested loudly. "Shh." Jack said, hoping she would never remember. The ride was long, but they reached their house and helped her into the bright living room.

Sunlight was streaming in through the open blinds and the couches were clean. The white carpet had been replaced with hardwood; a rug in front of the couch Sydney eased herself into. "Dad?"

"Sydney?"

"Where's mom?"

"Honey," Jack began, "Your mom, in the crash, well, she wasn't strong enough to handle her injuries." He said slowly. "The funeral was on Tuesday." The teen broke into silvery tears that flowed like rivers down her cheeks. Jack walked over and comforted her, and Troy stood at the door, eyes becoming moist. It was a sign of tears coming. He put his hand on his head and knelt, a few tears falling onto the dark hardwood.

They soon stopped mourning from loss of tears, and with a heavy heart, Jack went to prepare dinner. Right as he closed the oven door and put a steaming roast on the counter, a deafening shriek pierced the air. He raced out to Sydney, who was lying on the ground. "Daddy!" She shouted, and Troy, Chad, Zeke, Jason, and Daniel, another member of the Wildcats, all raced down the stairs to her aid.

Jack held her, kissed her forehead, and asked what happened. "I saw Mom, and we were in a car, driving somewhere, and it was almost the Highway. We were fighting, and last thing I said to her was that her name was something torturous. Then I shoved her and…and…"

"Its okay." Jack told her and went to call the doctor, like he was instructed to. They soon arrived and Sydney relayed what she had told Jack. They checked her over and Jack waited expectantly. They left after saying she was fine, and if she had recollections to call them. Daniel had gone over and hugged her, and they now were talking, Sydney smiling. For a minute, her eyes clouded over and her face turned to pure shock as she grabbed at Daniel and Jack called them back. "She saw it." He told them and they said:

"Then she may have PTSD, or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I suggest that you put her in therapy for a while, until she can come to terms with the incident." He nodded and let them out, calling a therapist and setting up an appointment. Sydney went, and the pictures, nightmares, and visions slowed to a steady stop.

3 months after therapy began

"Dad! I got a 99!" Sydney Bolton shouted as she ran into the house, her father taking the paper and looking it over.

"That's excellent!" He exclaimed and hugged her. "Where were you just now?" He asked.

"I'm sorry Dad! I couldn't help it. I was late, and then Daniel came to talk to me when I was going to class and I got a forty-minute detention. Are you going to yell?" She asked fearfully.

"No. But you have to be punished. That is one weeks grounding, Syd. No electronics."

"Dad…" She stressed the word and pulled it out. He held out his hand and she gave him her iPod and cell-phone. She groaned and walked to the stairs, and just as she stepped up, the vision of the teen blurred and she fell back, only to see a pale woman who could have been her mother's identical twin. It folded and disappeared, she shook her head and Jack rushed to her side, telling her that therapy would resume. She groaned and hurried to the car with her father.

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"Bolton." Sydney walked into the session's room to greet the therapist and smiled, sitting down to talk.

Sessions continues and months passed. Just after the last bell of school.

"Ah!" Sydney called as Daniel picked her up and carried her to the Gym, where Troy was awaiting. They stopped outside the doors and Daniel set her down, smiling at the shorter girl and sitting down with her.

"Syd. I like you."

"I like you too, Daniel."

"No. I like you, Syd."

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All medical information came from Wikipedia. I own, Sydney, Daniel, and the doctors. Thank you, to my readers. And I have to confess, I got the idea of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and Traumatic amnesia from Lissical. Please, read her stories. They are amazing.

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