Thanks everyone who voted on a name. There were two names that tied to I randomly picked one of those two names. You'll find out if you read.

I couldn't figure out how to start and end this chapter. And today is the only day in awhile that I'm going to be able to write for a certain amount of time and I could only so I wanted to get it up today so sorry if it seems hurried. Because it was.

Sorry!

Enjoy!

Chapter One:

Three Months Later

"Tell me everything," Cat often found herself saying those words to Sam throughout the next three months, "Everything you know about me."

Sam gave the same answer each time. "Before becoming roommates, we had only met once. I had gone to a party in Hollywood with my friends Carly and Freddie, who I ran that web show with. We were there to see if Carly's boyfriend was cheating on her with this chick named Tori Vega. A bunch of us sang karaoke together after everything had been settled, including you. I remember you weren't supposed to talk, but you still sang. It was kind of coincidental that we became roommates. That's all I know. You never spoke about your past."

"Who else was singing? Besides your friends?" Cat would then ask, hoping that any name of description would revive a lost memory. It had almost happened when Cat mentioned the name Tori Vega. Just a flash of something, but the harder she tried to think about it, the farther it got away from her grasp.

"Tori Vega was. There was a guy with a puppet also, thought he was a better rapper than I am too. Also there was a black guy, a guy with perfect hair, a gothic chick and an annoying chick. That's all I remember."

Cat waited for a second, hoping that any memory may follow at any moment. But like every time before, she only got the static of her blackened mind. She was interrupted by the vibration of Sam's phone. Sam looked down at the screen, seeing who was calling, and almost instantly says, "I need to take this."

"I'm going to go check on Nevaeh," Cat replied, exiting the front room to give Sam privacy and entering her room through the door just down the hallway. The apartment she shared with Sam only had two rooms, but everything had been set up for her daughter and her when Cat had returned home after her two week stay at the hospital. Her daughter's crib was adjacent to her own bed, taking up most of the space in the room. A dresser was on the opposite wall, and the top of it had been converted into a changing table. It was a tight fit, but she had made it work.

Nevaeh lied awake in her crib, probably just barely awakened from her sleep. "Hey little girl," Cat whispered, picking her up. Nevaeh gave out a cooing sound and rested her head on Cat's shoulder.

"Cat?" she flipped around, looking at where Sam stood in the door frame. Before Cat could answer, Sam resumed speaking. "That was the Seattle Police Department that just called. My mom's release date from jail was moved up to Friday."

"This Friday?"

"Yes. I'm going to have to leave for Seattle tomorrow if I'm going to get everything ready in time."

They had only spoken about Sam leaving to Seattle a few times. She had moved to San Diego two years ago after her mom was placed in jail again, about the same time Cat had moved down here too, at least she assumed. Sam had made a promise that she's only live here temporarily, returning home when she was needed. The set date for that was sometime next month, September 7 she believed.

"That's an entire month early." Cat said, pointing out the obvious. She didn't know if she was ready for that. Sam was the only person she knew in this city, she hadn't had the will power to go out much after being in the hospital and having Nevaeh. She even quit her job after her maternity leave ran out.

"I might even leave tonight, around five, to get to Seattle earlier. It is a twenty hour drive."

Cat just nodded her head. It was about two o'clock now. Leaving at five would get her on Seattle around eight or nine tomorrow morning. She walked over to the corner of the room, where a pink flowery play mat she had bought for Nevaeh just a few weeks ago sat on the floor. She picked it up with the hand that wasn't holding Nevaeh and carried it passed Sam and into her room across the hall. She placed Nevaeh down on it, and said to Sam, "Let's get packing."

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Sam wasn't the owner of that much stuff, so packing only took about an hour with the two of them. Sam spent more time emptying all of her food out of the cupboards then actually packing, though. Cat was always so in awe about the amount of food Sam could eat in one sitting, apparently that she had declared a rule for making your own meal sometime before the accident.

At around a quarter to five, all of Sam's stuff was piled into her car. She had come to San Diego on a motorcycle, but had sold it a few months ago when she had learned Cat was pregnant. "Not safe for a baby," Sam had said. When Cat woke up she remembered the motorcycle and was almost shocked when it wasn't there anymore, and Sam explained the entire situation over again. It made no sense though, because she wasn't the one that was pregnant. And Cat had her own car, a yellow Volkswagen beetle. But after a while of thinking, Cat had concluded that Sam had just needed an excuse to trade it in.

"Cat," Sam said as she was climbing into her car, just about to leave the city of San Diego for what may be ever. "I just remembered something about your past."

Cat blinked, any little thing would be helpful with her past. "What?"

" . That's how we found out Carly's boyfriend was cheating on her. It was some social media website for the school that Tori Vega attended. I think you might have gone their too. Bye Cat."

And then Sam was gone.

Cat couldn't even remember her backing out of the apartment's parking lot. She was just gone.