I'm really sorry this took so long. I just started finals and stories have not been my top priority. To the reviews!

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To the story!

(Maddy's P.O.V)

"Brittany, can we talk?"

"I don't know who you are."

I was in the shower. I felt the hot water run down my back, brushing into my face at times. My blonde hair was wet and instead of slicking it back to keep it out of my eyes like I normally did, I just let it fall and cover my eyes.

They were closed anyway. I didn't want to see, or hear or breath for that matter. Not anymore. Not after what had happened.

I felt the water get slightly cooler, signaling that I had been in for too long. But I ignored it. Maybe I would get pneumonia and die. That'd be good news for me.

Maybe Brittany would be better off without me trying to reinsert myself back into her life.

The water got progressively colder, so I turned the knob to where the water shut off, completely. I got out, quickly, not one foot at a time like I usually do. I was kind of hoping for my feet to slip on the watery rim of the bathtub, and me fall and hit my head. I'd maybe survive, but I'd be injured. Badly. And that's the way I felt anyway, so I didn't really care.

After, drying and putting on my clothes lazily, I slumped to my living room. I didn't really care about anything, I'd found.

I basically fell into my chair and a tear started to fall. I wanted to wipe it, always telling myself, and having heard it for years from my mother, "Tears are for the weak."

But, I didn't wipe it away, like it was nothing. It was something. Also, nobody was there to see me cry.

My best friend doesn't even remember who I am.

What am I supposed to do now? She's the only person I talk to anymore.

Mechanically, I reached up and grabbed a tissue, blowing my nose. I flinched as I did and threw the tissue at my door. Even the almost inaudible thunk seemed too loud.

I'm dreaming. I thought numbly.

As the thought crossed my mind, I sat up and checked my phone, waiting for Brittany to text me and ask if I wanted to hang out.

I waited for what felt like an hour, then sighed and laid back down.

Wake up.

More tears spilled down my face and I grit my teeth so hard, they started to hurt.

Wake up.

This is why getting emotionally invested in people is a bad idea.

I wiped the tears off my face and sat up. I'd never really agreed when people said that to me, but lately it seemed like they were right.

My phone binged at me and I grabbed it, expecting it to be my mom telling me to come outside and help her with the groceries. Or my stepdad asking me if I wanted to go to the school he was working at with him the next day.

It wasn't either of them.

Can we talk?

I didn't bother questioning why Brittany would be texting a person she didn't know. I just jumped up, shoved my feet into a pair of shoes and ran out the door. Eventually I slowed down, realizing that I'd probably get hit by a car if I didn't actually pay attention to where I was going.

Of course, it was because I slowed down that I ended up crashing into someone. I heard a thud as we both dropped what was in our hands. I watched my phone slip and crash to the ground, the screen going dark.

For some reason, that set me off. I scowled and looked up from the ground to glare at the person I'd run into. "What the hell were you- Matthew?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Hey. I was actually just coming to check on you."

I picked up my phone, then stared at him. "Uh... why?"

He looked at me like I was a child that had just asked a really stupid, really obvious question. Which, knowing me, I had. "Because for the past three weeks, you've been all sullen and moody and you don't talk to anyone at school anymore."

"Damn it Matthew." I muttered, resuming my walk to Brittany's.

He fell into step next to me. "What?"

"How am I supposed to lie and pretend everything's ok if you're always going to be able to tell that it's not?"

He silent for a long time, clearly trying to come up with a good response. "Not.. lie and pretend everything's ok? If people ask you if you're ok, they're obviously worried about you."

"What am I supposed to tell them?" I snapped. "That even my imaginary friend left me seven years ago, I'm still upset about it because I felt like he was the only one who ever really cared about me?"

Matthew stared at me, his perplexed face turning slightly pink.

Then I realized what I'd said. "I mean..." I blushed and looked away from him. I hadn't meant to tell him that. I hadn't meant to at all.

He cleared his throat. "So where are you running off to? I think this is the first time I've seen you outside on a saturday in... a while."

"Brittany texted me." I replied, brushing some dirt off my phone and showing him the text.

He looked at me worriedly. "Why would she text a person she doesn't remember?"

"I... don't know." I said slowly. "But if she texted me, that's a good thing, right?"

"I don't know, it might be someone trying to kidnap the two of you."

I rolled my eyes. My mood seemed to be getting progressively worse, despite the fact that my best friend had texted me, which in my head was a good thing. "Yes Matthew, a kidnapper just happened to figure out that my best friend has amnesia and is using her as bait to kidnap the two of us."

"I'm just saying, it's a possibility." He said. "She hasn't talked to you for the past three weeks because she has no idea who you are."

I sighed in annoyance. "Why can't you just be happy about this? Is it really so hard to believe that she got her memory back?"

"I'm just trying to make sure you don't get hurt."

I scoffed. "Really? Well, you're failing pretty badly at that. You've been lying to me since I was little."

He slowed and stared at me. "What?"

"Don't play dumb!" I snapped. "You know exactly what I'm talking about! You told me when I was little that you wouldn't leave, but then you did. You told me that I'd forget you, but I never did."

"You not forgetting wasn't my fault." He replied, in a voice that told me he was trying not to start yelling. "And I told you that I had to leave. I didn't have a choice!"

"Except that you did!" I growled, crossing my arms. "Did you just decide one day that you needed to start being a country again instead of some little girl's imaginary friend?"

"Being a country has nothing to do with this."

"Yes it does!" I stomped toward the edge of the sidewalk and took a step forward, only to be pulled back as a car zoomed by, the wind blowing my hair back. I swatted at Matthew, knowing he was the one holding on to me.

"I can't believe you!" He said, once we'd gotten across the street and were close to Brittany's. "You're not even trying to be safe anymore! Do I have to be around all the time for you to actually care about your life?"

I stopped and took a deep breath, trying not to scream. "If I annoy you that much, why don't you just leave?" I said quietly.

Matthew froze and turned to look at me. "What?"

"You heard me." I growled, pushing past him and toward Brittany's door. She was standing in the doorway, staring at us. She must have seen us walking up. I stopped and turned to Matthew. "If you're going to leave, could you make sure I actually forget about you this time?"

He stared at me, his eyes filled with hurt.

I walked over to Brittany and went inside.

"Who was that?" She asked.

"Nobody important." I replied, shutting the door.