CHAPTER NINETEEN

It (Monday the 18th of August)

Maryam's POV.

"Hmm" I turned my head around as I saw a blurred image from my left eye I opened up my right eye to see nothing, this was not my normal sleeping position I usually slept in a fetal position carrying only one-third of the bed but today I was facing down with my arms spread across and also were my legs, my face was half buried into the bed as I was facing the bed, I moved my eyeballs a bit to see if there were still working as I could barely see especially without my glasses, I looked forward a bit to see my glass roughly kept sideways did I sleep on it? Oh well, I sat up and picked up my glasses and moved my tongue in my mouth swallowing the saliva that tastes like sleep, my nose felt numb as I couldn't tell if the oxygen I was breathing was oxygen or not I felt this slight pain on my head but it wasn't something that I couldn't deal with I have dealt with worst pains before.

"What was I doing?" I questioned myself as I stretched my body all over the bed with my sleepy eyes, oh yes! "The picture book," I said as I remembered what happened earlier and also felt sharp edges the of book crumbling in my intestine I still can't believe I did that, to be honest, I can't believe I did that today, what gave me the courage to not be fearful and take the risk? Oh well, I guess I would never know.

I picked up the book from my shirt and decided to look through it just to be sure about who I was, I know I have never cared about the girl I once was but now that I finally get to see myself without amnesia or whatever problem the doctor said I had.

The book had nothing interesting to it it looked pretty much like an average book it was a pink hard-covered note it doesn't have much to it exists its pink design that was so beautiful and elegant and it had a tiny inscription on the bottom left side it was a tiny Maryam and something else was getting there but someone had already scratched it with a knife or a sharp object and that made me wonder why.

"Huh" I sighed as I summoned all the courage to finally open the book, the first page had my name written boldly in italics but that was all there was to it like the book cover had someone's name but it was also scratched out, that's creepy why would anyone want to make someone disappear so bad? There was only one way to find out and it is by reading this book.

I flicked open the next page as there wasn't much to see here, and my hunch was right this was a scrapbook but it looks like it wasn't for only me as the first page and the second half of it were missing, I decided to get a quick look at the book, for now, I could look at it several time and I would learn to make meaning of the pictures but now I just had to go through it as fast as I could, besides it was almost night Divine should be coming to see me anytime soon.

I quickly followed the pictures one by one and it was a photo book of me as it showed my life from birth till when I was maybe twelve or thirteen, as they were pictures of me there were also a bunch of pictures that were either missing, torn apart to the extent beyond recognition or it was scratched and also it was unrecognisable the person who did this made sure everyone that was included in this photo book that wasn't me was erased at least in this book but there was no way I would be able to remember all these memories that would be highly impossible but why though? Why is this person trying so hard to think that happened in my childhood?

"Who knows it could be you for all we know" a taught flashed right through my confusion in a poor attempt to make me feel better turned into a way to make me more confused than ever, that would be true this looked like a scrapbook and it seems like something to me so if anyone would be altering it that would most likely be me because right now all we know is there could be two people who altered this book me or the person who was taking a look at it in the living room, and my guess is that person doesn't have any personal connections with this book so it could only be me.

That aside I should look for a good hiding spot to keep this book I still haven't found one yet and I have to before I sleep because am sure Divine would be up in my business like she always used to be, even though it doesn't seem to matter much I still want to know who exactly was reading this book I mean you heard I had amnesia why couldn't you just do your best in helping get back my memories I mean it wouldn't hurt anyone if they gave me this book, "but did that solve your problem I mean look at yourself not like you remember anything after going through the whole thing" the voices in my head began to speak like they always do, make a good point and leave me in shambles but that was the real truth what did it do for me now that I have a hold on it or not to make me want to enquire more I have a billion questions boiling inside of me but I can't seem to have the courage to ask not even one.