[ WP ] You thought you were just living a normal life in a ( seemingly ) normal family , but you 're actually a shapeshifter with memory loss .

*For your first time here, I thought it was a shame nobody replied. For you, here ’ s something I scrounged up from an [ old work ] ( http: //imgur.com/a/Z5PO5 ). * 
 
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 M-E-M-O-R-Y-space-L 
 
 I pecked with my fingers, followed by a quick click to the option “ memory loss ” that Google had so generously provided. 
 
 I found myself scrolling down the Retrograde Amnesia article on Wikipedia. Something called “ spontaneous recovery ” was briefly mentioned, but I barely glanced over it. I hadn ’ t experienced any new memories from the past as of late ( or ever ) but rather, I was curious to see what could have caused the definite holes in my brain. 
 
 The question you should be asking me is probably something among the lines of, “ How do you know you actually have a case of amnesia? Your brain could just me worrying and making things up. ” Well, it isn ’ t. Getting gunned down in the middle of the day, and then pushing yourself up with hands that just are not quite the same skin tone - easily pulling a bullet out of a chest of a body you just don ’ t recognize, *your* chest - it leaves a person a bit bewildered. 
 
 But that doesn ’ t answer the question. “ So you got gunned down in front of your friends, and your friends saw someone different stand back up. A little bit strange to say the least, but how does that prove amnesia? ” It proves it when the person that stands back up has a face that people know. A very recognizable face that people have seen. 
 
 Of course, things didn ’ t add up. There were items all over the place that suggested I had lived a life there. Photos, mostly. Old yellowed ones to newer printed ones, all with images of me growing up. Hanging out or doting on my sister. A full and happy family. 
 
 Then, there was the other me. An article dated three years ago on a local news website. A big picture of a young kid with a massive scar on a cheek, olive skin, and messy hair. 
 
 **SHAPESHIFTER SUSPECTED FOR LILIAUNE WIEN ’ S MURDER** the headline read. I sighed, logged off ( I ’ m paranoid about that ) and put the computer to sleep. The monitor turned off, and where I had previously seen the picture of the suspected murderer, an identical reflection stared back. Me. The real me. 
 
 I was suspected for the murder of my own sister. 

