So thank you for the reviews. I really appreciate them. I'll keep posting and I promise the story is going to get going really soon but I thought it was kinda nice to start it out with a bunch of things we didn't know about R yet. Hope you guys still like it haha.

"I'm not feeling too good, I think I might go back to bed."

Julie looked concerned and didn't seem convinced by my excuse.

"What wrong R? You've been acting weird."

I looked up at them being sure to make eye contact and not to shrug. "I'm fine really, just didn't sleep to well last night."

Without further lies I got up and made my way upstairs, I knew they were curious and it hurt not to tell them but I knew they would worry and I wanted to know more before I told them.

Clearly this was my life, I had a second chance, not many do and I couldn't risk losing it or losing myself. But the thought of these memories made everything more confusing. I must have forgot I was someone before. Or maybe I never wanted to know. Clearly I was different from that person the only thing we have the same is this skin. I walked over to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I knew this face was mine, this hair and the rest of me belonged to me; but it somehow now felt stolen.

"Urg!" I splashed some water on my face and threw my tall body on the bed.

It was no surprise that the memories came as soon as I closed my eyes.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." I looked up and drew a fake small smile on my younger, smaller face and shook his hand. The man looked genuinely concerned but avoided my eyes. I looked around, my mother sat next to me looking absolutely broken. I messed with my tie a moment as it choked the life from me and felt my head fall back to my comfortable vision of the floor.

The piano sat right in front of me. I knew what to do but I didn't want to, I'd lost interest in this. It bored me lately, I still loved music but this just felt like a chore. The meter clicked and clicked again. I shrugged and closed it. I couldn't look at those keys any longer. This was his favorite instrument. He was gone and I guess that ruined it for me too.

I laughed and looked at the mess I had just created.

"That doesn't even look like a pizza. It literally looks like you picked that from the trash."

I laugh and look at it. At the time putting mushrooms in the crust sounded smart I didn't think they would burn. The cheese has blackened on the top and I can't even tell what the other toppings are. My dad laughs again and slaps me on the shoulder. "Well my boy looks like we won't be signing you up for culinary school."

"What's culinary?"

"Well son it's not whatever that it."

He picks me up and puts me on his shoulder, "We should go find your mom, tell her we're eating out tonight."

That was one of the last times I spent with my dad.