Chapter Twelve: The Truth

"Sometimes the truth hurts more than the lies." -Anonymous

The doctors had assessed Patricia's injuries to be very minor and she was released within only a few hours. They said the only thing that needed to be watched was the bump on her head; it wasn't concussion worthy, but it was a nice sized wound and needed to have a close eye kept on it. They pushed Patricia out in a wheel chair and soon they were all back at Anubis House. Trudy told the goth to stay on the couch and she was fawning all over her patient all day.

Patricia's memory wasn't gone because she had recognized all of her other class mates, it was just like someone had taken a giant eraser and taken away the chunks containing anything exciting that had happened, and that stuff all just happened to be Sibuna stuff too. Eddie was eager to get to questioning Patricia, but he could never get Trudy away long enough.

It was a long day and Eddie was on edge. He didn't understand how his girlfriend remembered nothing of him, and everyone else was acting like it was just another day. But it wasn't just another day for him, it was probably one of the worst days of his life. Once he gave it more thought he decided that it was the fifth worst day of his life. Was it sad that he actually had an order to his awful days: 1. The day that Ammut almost succeeded 2. The day Senkahra almost succeeded 3. The day his dad left 4. The day Patricia broke up with him 5. Today.

Dinner came and went with little action. It was unusually quiet until Jerome finally asked what had happened last night. Patricia finally answered, "Willow, Joy and I were talking last night and I guess we were so tired out from school that we all fell asleep. I woke up before them and found out that my parents were having me picked up to see Piper's performance and so I got in the cab to go see them. The driver dropped me off at the wrong location and I didn't figure it out until he had left. I went to look for a phone or even someone with a phone and fell down a flight of stairs. I knocked myself out." She said it as if it were no big deal and went back to eating her meal.

"Well, you sure did a good job on that bump," Trudy said. "I'd say that there's been enough excitement for one day. Patricia, go upstairs and relax. Alfie will clean up for you tonight." Alfie was about to throw a fit and retort back since it was Patricia's night to do the dished, but Trudy shot him some daggers and he shut up real quick.

Patricia pushed herself away from the table and went upstairs. KT, Nina, Fabian and Eddie gave it a few moments, but they soon followed her upstairs. It was time to get some questions answered.

"Time for the real story," Eddie said as he abruptly walked through the door with the others behind him. Patricia was sitting at the vanity brushing her hair when she saw all of them in the mirror.

"Well, hello to you too," Patricia said in a sarcastic voice as she turned to face them. "What if I had been changing?" she asked.

"We have more important things to discuss than 'what if's," Eddie snapped. "What is the real story? What really happened last night?"

"I said what really happened," she said truly believing it. "The cab dropped me off at the wrong place and I fell down some stairs. The next thing I remember is waking up in the hospital." She saw the shared worried looks on the people she thought were strangers and said, "It's not like anything exciting ever happens at this school anyway right?" She laughed while she turned back around and went back to brushing her hair.

Eddie looked at the others with a look that asked "should we tell her?" The others shook their heads, it would be best to just wait and see what happens. KT, Nina, and Fabian walked out of the room leaving only Patricia and Eddie.

"What are you still doing here, Weasel?" Patricia asked as she looked at him through the mirror. There was a look of hope on Eddie's face, but it faded when he realized that it wasn't a memory, but she was just calling him a weasel because that's what she thought of him.

"So, you really don't remember me?" he asked. Patricia dropped her brush with a thud and turned to get a good look at Eddie.

"I'm sorry, but if I had met someone as weasel-ish as you, I'm sure I would remember it." She turned back around and brought the brush through her auburn hair and Eddie walked out of the room, sadness filling every step; the girl that he shared everything with, didn't even know who he was.