[ WP ] A woman suffering from memory loss after an accident is taken in by her family in the hopes of re-gaining her memories . Only , they are n't actually her family .

Amanda is younger than I am. She is sixteen and has long black hair and a fat nose and very skinny legs. We do n't look at all related. I am taller, and my hair is brown and curly, and my cheek still has a scar from the car accident. Sometimes she catches me staring at her when she walks around the house. 
 
 `` What do you want, Scarface?'' 
 
 That's what she calls me. Scarface. She sneers at me all the time, and it drives me crazy. 
 
 `` My name is Lena.'' 
 
 `` How would you know what your name is? You do n't know anything.'' 
 
 Usually I try to ignore her. It almost always works. Sometimes, if I'm quiet and very, very still, I become invisible. I like that feeling. 
 
 `` Mom!'' Amanda is always yelling around the house. `` I'm going out!'' 
 
 `` Hold on, dear.'' Marjorie came downstairs with a basket of laundry. `` Where are you going?'' 
 
 `` To the mall.'' 
 
 `` Alright. Be back in time for dinner. Why do n't you take your sister?'' 
 
 `` I would if I had one.'' 
 
 I stopped them before it turned into a shouting match. `` That's okay. I do n't need to go anywhere.'' 
 
 `` Oh, you've been cooped up in the house all day. Besides, you went to the mall a lot. You might trigger a new memory.'' 
 
 Marjorie is the only one who keeps pushing for me to remember who I was. Dr. Daniel said that memory returns naturally, if it returns at all. I just try not to think about anything. 
 *** 
 `` Why do n't you like me?'' 
 
 `` Because I do n't have to.'' 
 
 That was all we said to each other in the car. After that she turned on the radio and refused to answer my questions. When we got to the mall, I wandered around for about an hour and did n't really do anything except buy some new pens for my journal. Amanda left me the first chance she could. 
 
 Later, I found her. She was sitting at a bench outside the movie theater with a boy she called Hack, and she had her phone out, showing him pictures. He was black, and had a geeky-looking wad of duct tape on his glasses, but he seemed more arrogant than nerdy. They did n't notice as I came up behind them. The fountain kept me hidden. 
 
 `` So you texted this one to her last year, and she sent it back to you?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, see? It's the same picture, but *she* is n't in there.'' She flipped between two pictures. It took me a moment to notice what I was looking at. There were two selfies, one where I am with Amanda and some other girl, and one without me. 
 
 Hack took the phone. `` You know, I did n't know you smiled. It's a good look on you.'' 
 
 `` Hack, do n't make me regret not avoiding you.'' 
 
 `` So what do you want me to do?'' 
 
 `` I want you to find out how they did it.'' 
 
 `` Photoshop. Duh.'' 
 
 `` You know what I mean. She's everywhere! My phone, my parents' stuff, picture frames, even fake baby pictures.'' 
 
 That caught his attention, but he tried not to show it. `` Alright, fine. It's not like I have anything better to do. But this is going to cost you way more than a grade adjustment. Pandora Research Hospital has some serious firewalls.'' 
 
 `` Of course you would know that. Gim me my phone, I need to call Princess Scarface.'' 
 
 I managed to get away from behind the fountain before my phone rang. 
 
 I did n't answer it.
