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taking them I told him six years because that’s as far back as I can remember. My life is pretty much a blur to me before that. As far as I know from what everyone has told me, I was in a very serious car accident, suffered a concussion and when I woke up I didn't know anyone. Six years ago I was lying in a hospital bed in New York when my father arrived and said he was taking me home, to LA. I was hoping that the things in my bedroom might help my memory but they didn't. It was as if none of it was really mine.
    Dr. Adams said it shouldn’t be experimental anymore, which seemed to make us both curious. He told me he would contact me if he found out anything and suggested I wean myself off them. When I mentioned this to my mother she demanded I keep taking them for my health.
    When I called back my doctor in Boston a week later he told me they were safe and are for my ‘heart’ condition. He surprised me when he told me to keep taking them. Then he told me he couldn’t accept me as a patient and shouldn’t come back to see him, ever. I was furious. I knew my father had contacted him and threatened him somehow for talking to me which didn’t make any sense. He must have checked my cell history which made me even more furious with him. I felt like their control stepped over a boundary line. When I confronted him about it he claimed he had no idea I was seeing another doctor and even asked if I was feeling well. I knew he was lying but couldn't prove it. It took me a few years to get up the nerve to wean myself off them before leaving on this trip.
    I managed to go to a walk-in clinic and pay cash to have my heart checked. The results gave me what I knew already. There is nothing wrong with my heart, I am perfectly healthy and certainly don't need any cardiac medications. It has been three weeks since I last took them and the biggest symptoms I have are nightmares and headaches.
    I stood up, avoiding my friends curious stares and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I washed my face and looked into my tired, bloodshot eyes.
    “ Marisa, my mother. Marisa,” I whisper. The name sounding so familiar. I stare into the mirror and see a woman’s face that looks like mine. She is older than me but has the same eyes and the same nose. Her smile is so beautiful. I blink repeatedly then look again, but this time she has blood running from her forehead and her eyes have gone black. I scream as I jump back, my head hitting the wall. I slide down to the floor and hug my knees to my chest, ignoring Angie banging on the door to let her in.
    “ Eden, open the fucking door,” she demands. I reach my hand up and unlock it. She crouches down in front of me, fear in her eyes as she stares at me. I know Sophie and Mariana are watching me too but I can’t say anything. Something is seriously wrong with me and I’m frightened to be alone.
    “ I’m sorry but I think I’m having some type of flashback or something. I don’t understand where these memories are coming from. They’re not mine, are they? I mean my mother’s name is Vivian and I’ve never seen this woman that looks like me before,” I mutter, knowing I’m not making any sense to them. I’m suppose to meet Jude today but maybe now isn’t the best time to get involved with anyone, even a nice, charming man that just wants to take me out for breakfast. A giggle escapes my lips which makes me look even crazier to my friends. He should at least be warned that I’m losing my mind.

 
    CHAPTER THREE
    Promises
    I’m up at eight, showering and trying to look presentable in this dark tiny bathroom. I resort to a ponytail for my unruly hair and minimal makeup, eyelashes curled, mascara and pink lip balm.
    “ That will have to do,” I mumble to myself as I spray on my perfume, the last thing I want is to smell like this room. He knows I’m staying in a hostel so I’m sure he’s not expecting a supermodel this morning. After brushing my teeth I dress again