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Olivia (even though she doesn't know she's Olivia) POV

I looked at the strange-yet-familiar boy who was now looking at me in horror.

I noticed that I was in a hospital. My head was throbbing. Three girls and two boys watched me, one glaring at the strange-yet-familiar boy, the others looking excited.

They all seemed strange-yet-familiar as well.

I looked back at the first strange-yet-familiar boy. I decided to call him SYT Boy, for Strange-Yet-Familiar.

"Do I know you?" I asked. My voice sounded kind of weird.

He started to look even more panicked. "Of course, I'm Luke, remember?"

So SYT Boy was named Luke. It suited him. His name seemed strange-yet-familiar as well.

I said, "No, I don't remember."

I looked at the other kids in here. They looked like they were in late middle school or early high school years.

The one glaring at SYT Boy, also known as Luke, I would call her Blondie-With-An-Attitude. The girl with pigtails and glasses and Harry Potter pajamas, I would call her Harriet Potter. The last girl, who had dark hair, I would call her Girl X because I wasn't entirely sure what her name should be.

The two boys, who I felt I knew, were staring at me. The chubby one looked like SYT Boy. I decided to call him Chubby SYTB because I seemed to remember something about SYT Boy and him, like they were family.

The last boy I didn't like much for some reason. He was small and looking at me anxiously. I decided to call him Ex-Boy. He seemed like those ex-boyfriends you see on TV.

Suddenly, SYT Boy pressed the nurse button on the wall. He then started to frown. "Olivia, you look like you're going to pass out again!"

Was Olivia my name? I felt like it was something… I… knew…

When I opened my eyes, I saw three more people and a nurse standing over me.

I looked at the man. He had short hair and glasses. I decided to call him Kind Stranger, because he looked like one of those nice men.

The woman was holding my hand. She was thin and looked tired. I decided to call her Stranger Mother. Only a mother would be like this, but I had no idea who she was.

The college-age girl standing by the window looked like Stranger Mother. She had braces and looked worried, like everyone I saw. I decided to call her Stranger Sister, because if she was Stranger Mother's daughter, she was probably my sister.

"Olivia?" whispered Stranger Mother.

I said, "Yes?" Apparently that was my name.

"You remember me and Daddy, right?"

I wished that I could say yes, so that she would stop looking so terribly anxious. But I decided to tell the truth. "I can't remember much of anything right now."

She looked like crying, and I immediately felt terrible. Why was this stranger crying over me?

A docter walked in. The nurse, who had a name tag that read Tammy, led my mother a bit away.

"This doctor will see how severe your amnesia is," she told me.

I shrugged and sat up, wincing.

The doctor handed me a violin.

I stared at it. What did he want me to do?

"Do you remember how to hold this?" he asked.

I frowned. Did I?

I slowly settled the violin on my shoulder, under my chin. "Is this right?" I asked him.

He nodded and jotted something down on a piece of paper.

He then asked, "Do you know your name?"

I frowned and said, "Everyone is saying it's Olivia, and it feels like my name, but I'm not sure."

He nodded and jotted some more notes.

I decided to call him Dr. Nod-and-Jot.

He asked, "Can you remember anything at all?"

"Well, some of these people seem familiar. Some stuff feels familiar, but otherwise, no."

He nodded and jotted.

"What do you know about the criminal Bryce Anderson?"

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