Rewind

messed up drama movie?
“I’m s-sorry.” I manage to say whilst clutching my stomach. “I-I can’t.”
No one talked.
The room was filled solely with my maniac-sounding laughter which was starting to wear down gradually once I noticed the serious looks on the faces of my best friend and the stranger whose wallet messed up my damn life.
“Evie.” Lexi’s hand rests on mine and offers me a gentle squeeze as she looks at me both pleadingly and sorrowfully. “It’s the truth; just hear him out, please.”
I remove my hand roughly from beneath hers and smack my hands down on the table roughly that a sudden pain cursed through it as I whisper yell, “Lexi, stop! What nonsense are you saying? Can you even hear yourself? You can’t believe this! Don’t you think I would remember whether or not I had an accident?”
“That’s the thing, Evie,” she murmurs gently as she tries to hold back the tears that were beginning to form in her hazel eyes. “You lost your memories. How can you remember something that, for you, technically never happened?”
      My mind broods over her simple question that would’ve never crossed my mind if I wasn’t here now, and she’s right. How can someone who suffers memory loss due to a life-changing incident remember the incident that triggered it itself?
       Even though Lexi’s question did a double take in my mind, I no longer wanted to listen. Maybe it was because I haven’t thought about it before or because I didn’t want to believe what she’s saying, for what she’s technically stating is that my whole life’s been a lie. What I thought right now, though, is that I am fed up listening to everyone’s personal theory on what the hell happened to my life. I suddenly regret my decision to leave the wedding hall, end things with Adrien just to come here and listen to a bunch of more lies, and from who?
Lexi.
My best friend.
“You know what Lexi? I’m sick of constantly hearing lies. Just a few minutes ago, you were promising me that you’ll tell me the whole truth if I give up my wedding with Adrien, and I did. I did the impossible: I went up straight to my fiancé’s face and told him I’m ending our relationship on our wedding day. Do you know why I did it, Lexi? I did it because I trust you, so if you don’t tell me the truth right this instant I’ll—”
      I’m interrupted by the stack of papers, which are suddenly smacked down on the table right in front of me. My eyes drift from Lexi to the hypnotizing grey eyes staring intensely into mine. “Evangeline.” He lets go of the stack of papers, which apparently weren’t papers but photos, shakes his head and averts his eyes to the photos pointedly. “We’re not lying.”
       My speech turns into dead silence, and my mouth opens in shock and disbelief when my eyes avert from Adam to the photos on the table. It felt like someone punched me in the gut without giving me a head start. Tears start forming in the corners of my eyes as I pull out the photo, the one on top of all the others, which featured an unconscious young woman, who looked exactly like me, on a hospital bed. Her swollen eyelids were a dark shade of bloody red as if they’ve been punched mercilessly, while her head was wrapped in multiple layers of white medical cloth.
I slowly come back to my senses, wipe away the few tears that managed to slip, regain my composure and ask him, in a hesitant voice, the question that I suddenly fear yet feel I now hold the answer to. “Why are you showing me photos of Evelyn, Adam?”
As tall as he is, Adam kneels down in front of me, surprises me by placing one of his hands on each of my shoulders, and looks me straight in the eyes with a soft genuine expression on his face. “Don’t you get it yet?”
I shake my head slowly even though I may have gotten it, but I’m never going to be positive unless he confirms it.
My heart stops, and it feels like someone just sucked the life out of me as the words finally hit my ears, and the truth is finally revealed. “Evangeline, you are Evelyn. Evelyn is you.”
       Currently, I was wrapped up in soft, pink blankets on the most comfortable bed I’ve ever laid on in Adam’s guestroom. After Lexi and Adam successfully explained everything- hopefully everything- to a silent, all ears open me, a massive headache quickly formed in my head. I wasn’t surprised though, for the truth, which I kept terribly seeking believing it’ll bring me out of the darkness that is my life, did nothing but push me further back.
        What I learnt from these last three hours was enough for today. Lexi explained that Adam and I were both in the accident together. Adam, whose face was covered in so much guilt, recapped how this one time he was driving me home in his old car with me in the passenger’s seat when two cars- one from behind and one from my left- crashed into his.  With my seatbelt unfastened and from the impact of the sudden crash, my body went flying headfirst into the glass of the windshield. He explained slowly, giving me time to process, how the doctors said that technically, the kind of impact my head made with the glass should’ve been deadly. The doctors said that I should’ve been dead- that a beating heart from such an impact is good luck. They said I was lucky- that it was a miracle that I survived. Even though Adam was injured as well, he told me how his injuries weren’t as fatal as mine because he had his seatbelt on, thus he made a much