`Memories`

My sister, Stacey, was a nurse. And she loved her job so much. Her job required that she take care of patients in a home by the hospital. She did pretty good with that. Throughout her time working there, she took care of 20 healthy and recovered patients. It was absolutely amazing. Then, she was transferred to another placement in the job. It required to take care of recovering patients in amnesia.

You see the girl on the right? Well, she was one of those patients. You see the girl on the left?

She chose to forget the girl. And my sister didn't accept that. My sister didn't accept her friends, family, boyfriend, or...just anyone! The hospital found all the records. They found everything under her name. But her parents said: "We only have three boys and three girls; one of which had died shortly after birth." They checked if she had foster parents but she didn't. Her aunts and uncles, never heard of her. Her cousins were clueless. Her friends said they might of seen her before but didn't know her at all. Her boyfriend, in which I hate to death, said: "That girl doesn't exsist."

My sister had to go off to Africa when the girl was put into her hands. And the girl couldn't go anywhere else. But my sister had to go. She had to.

Africa was having an apademic with a stomach virus, that only us Americans had a cure for. Stacey was among the many other nurses from across the nation that were chosen for this job. The board of doctors ordered her to send this girl off to one of her relatives that either lived near the hospital or near another local hospital.

My sister...chose me.

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The records said her mother's name was : Patridge Holmes.

The records said her father's name was : Richard Holmes.

The records said they parented five other children.

The records also said their names were: Jonathan, Logan, Richard Jr., Emily, and Danielle.

Bridget was one of those children...

But denied each and every time brought up.

The memories of Bridget were gone.

Every little thing was missing.

She was a person.

She was a human being on the face of the earth.

But she couldn't just have appeared here...

She just couldn't have.

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"Bridget! Come on! Hurry up!" Jamela cried from the window. The door from Jefferson's house opened revealing the legendary, Bridget Holmes.

The girl that did everything unbelievable and had numerous boyfriends she slept with. What a gal she was.

Her curly hair resided just above her elbows but the highlights stood out the most. Her brown eyes glowed in the summer night breeze while her thin lips curled into a smile. "I'm coming!" She giggled back.

Jamela laughed while Bridget climbed into the backseat of the black BMW M3 covertible. "So, who was it this time, Bee?" Jamela asked, readjusting her glasses. The driver, Jack, glanced in the rearview mirror at Bridget, his green eyes sparkling. "You really wanna know?" She teased, tossing her curls over her shoulder. Jamela grinned. "It was Todd, wasn't it? I saw him eyeing you."

Bridget shook her head with a grin on her face. "It was just a kiss with Chris." She winked as they pulled out of the Leone's residence.

Jack chuckled. Chris was his best friend throwing the party at his parents' house. Chris dated Bridget before but they broke up shortly after. Jack also dated Bridget but their relationship lasted longer than either of them expected it to.

The car pulled onto the main streets, passing a small plaza and gas station on its way. Woman lined up in front of a busy club for lesbians or bisexuals only. While men did the same for gays and bisexuals. Fancy cars and street buses passed by the threesome of friends. That was when they pulled onto the freeway.

"Oh, come on! Just a kiss?!" Jamela spun around in her seat. "Boy, oh, boy! You must be lying or something! Bridget Holmes doesn't just walk away with a kiss! She walks away with sex breathe and hickeys on her body!"

Bridget's eyes widened. "No, no, no. I'm not like that, Jay. I have never gotten a hickey before. Not even sex breathe. Maybe I have had sex before...but it was protected. And I wouldn't have unprotected sex." Bridget laid her head on the head rest. Jack pushed Jamela back in her seat. "Look at her, Jay. She doesn't look like a slut or anything. Even to me. And I notice a lot in a girl."

"What about Trevor? You guys are still together, right?" Jamela ignored Jack completely. Bridget twirled her thumbs together, lifting her gaze to the window to her right.

The driver of the car wasn't looking forward. Instead he was paying attention to something in the backseat. His car was going off the lane towards Jack's car.

Bridget punched Jack's shoulder and pointed to the driver next to them. "He's gonna crash right into-"

But it was too late.

The car pushed theirs off the road and into narrow ditch. The driver's car didn't follow, he finally realized that he had gone off the lane. Jamela and Jack shrieked in terror.

Bridget held onto Jack's seat while they flew down the hill. A rock slowed their cruising but instead they flipped right over and started tossing and turning in the car.

Their stop finally came.

On a public street, crashing in a gas station.

Jack's head trauma was severe and the doctors claimed that his slipping into acoma would wear off in a couple of months or even years.

Jamela also lost too much blood throughout her body and...well...died.

Bridget...

Uh, Bridget suffered from some head trauma, her head being hit in the wrong place...

Causing amnesia.