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Lizzie Moore

Wednesday || Raining || Summer || Pizza Joint

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Lizzie glanced from Brik and Ky to the camera. As the boys flicked through the images the girl sat quietly, growing more and more uncomfortable. There she was- holding a fish, smoking pot, dancing at a party, kissing some girl... Lizzie shook her head and looked to Ky. "Sometimes its better to forget, you don't have to worry about all the bad things from the past." Liz looked back to the camera as Brik continued to flip through digital moments of her life. 'Her life'... was it really her life? She looks like me. Smiles like me- poses like me... but I don't remember her at all.. A tear began to swell in her eyes as she looked hopelessly at a life she couldn't remember. Who was that in the pictures?

Lizzie cleared her throat and quickly wiped away the tear, forcing a laugh. "I'm okay, really. I just get super emotional over nothing these days. Like, I'll see something red and just burst into tears. I'm sorry, guys. I wish I could remember, but honestly.. That girl, in those pictures. I... I don't even know who she is." Lizzie looked up to Brik, then switched her gaze over to Ky- suddenly feeling an overwhelming need to hug him. It was strange to feel so close and yet so.... distant. Detached. Shaking her head, Lizzie slowly stood from the table and grabbed her bag, reaching over to Ky to tenderly pat his shoulder. On contact, a memory flashed before her- causing her to gasp.



They had slept together.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks and suddenly, she felt dizzy. She slowly sat back down, putting a hand to her head. "I feel like I'm going crazy..." She trailed off as her eyes steadied on the table. Holy shit... I slept with both of them? And they're supposedly my best friends? I'm a whore... Oh. My. God. I'm a slut. She-- that girl in those pictures... How many people have I slept with? Whose baby is this, really? The thoughts exploded in her mind causing her eyes to dart left and right as if she were searching for something. Suddenly, she stopped and looked to Brik- "Can we go back to your house? I need a Disney movie.." The urge to smoke was nearly enough to suffocate her, but Dr. Hart had been extremely clear; no smoking- no drinking. Her memory had picked a fine time to up and leave.