The Many Writings of K. A. Jones

Written for Elizabeth’s prompt: a male Anna.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

Posted, with others, in return for the posting of a poem by Elizabeth Barrette.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

Posted, with others, in return for the psting of a poem written by Elizabeth Barrette.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

Part 1Part 2

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Part 1

“I understand, Anna. It’s the same sort of sadness I felt when I read about the death, because I didn’t know him but that didn’t stop me from being upset by his death.” Juliet looked at Anna, wondering how she would react to a hug. “Have any of Charlie’s memories returned?”

Anna shook her head. “Charlotte’s dad keeps showing me pictures and telling me stories in an attempt to turn me into his daughter, but so far nothing’s worked. He wants me to be her so badly.” She sighed. “I just don’t know what I can do to be the girl he wants me to be.”

“What you have to remember is that the girl Charlie’s dad saw wasn’t necessarily the girl she actually was. He’d have seen whatever it was she wanted him to see. If her memories are ever going to return then you need to talk to someone who really knew her.”

“Like you?”

“I’m not going to tell you I know everything that was going through her head or that the stories I could tell you are going to help, because I know that she showed me what she wanted me to see in the same way she did with her dad.” Juliet bit her lip. “I think I knew her better than he did, but I honestly don’t know if she ever really confided in anyone, unless it was her brother and even that changed when he went off to university. From what she said I know she felt like he’d abandoned her. I don’t know why she felt that way. He might be able to cast some light on that, though.”

“Lloyd did mention that their relationship had changed, but I didn’t want to ask. He’s been affected by what happened, even though he’s been there for me ever since he walked into the hospital, and I don’t want to hurt him more by making him think about the sister he lost.”

“If he’s been as good to you as you said he has then he’s going to understand you asking about Charlotte, even if it does hurt him to remember. He’ll know that you need to talk about her.”

“I think he’s also been keeping quiet because he knows how much it hurts when Charlotte’s dad keeps pushing me to become her, even though the doctor’s told him that I might never get my memories back and that he’s probably doing more harm than good.” Anna blinked, looking as though she was trying not to cry. “I know it’s not going to be easy for him to let go of his daughter, but the more he pushes the more useless I feel and he doesn’t seem to care because I’m not Charlotte.”

Giving in to her urge Juliet wrapped her arms around Anna. “If Charlotte’s memories are going to come back then it will take time, but I think it’s more likely that your memories will come back first.”

“My memories? What do you mean?”

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

Written for Elizabeth Barrette’s prompt.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

Written for Elizabeth Barrette’s prompt.

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Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

After reading the report in the paper Juliet gave Charlotte a few days to email her. The girl would need time to deal with what had happened to her, but once she had Juliet knew the first thing she’d do was get in contact with the circle. When there was nothing from Charlotte in Juliet’s inbox a fortnight later she really started worrying and sent a message to Charlotte checking on her. It was the lack of reply that had Juliet hovering outside the entrance of the college she knew that Charlotte went to, waiting for her, because that was the only place Juliet knew for certain she might find Charlotte.

By half past five Juliet was beginning to think it was time to give up for the day. Then Charlotte walked through the sliding doors and Juliet stretched before wandering over to her, but by the time Juliet had reached halfway she was beginning to think there was something wrong. Something more than having been involved in a car accident. Without saying anything Juliet watched the girl she had known for almost two years and wondered why she hadn’t said anything to her. Charlotte was watching Juliet back, with a wariness in her eyes that Juliet felt a little hurt by.

“Do I know you?” Charlotte asked, breaking the silence first, brushing her hair back with her hands.

“You’re not Charlie,” Juliet replied, because she’d never seen Charlotte do that before. “What happened in that accident?”

“I have amnesia.”

“Are you sure?”

The girl she’d known as Charlotte narrowed her eyes. “That’s what my doctor said was wrong.”

“Doctors aren’t always right.”

“Would your theory help me work out why I wanted to be called Anna?”

Juliet tilted her head to one side, studying Anna. “Maybe.” Juliet smiled at Anna. “I’m Juliet. Charlotte was in the circle that I’m a member of and after I read about the accident I expected an email. When she never contacted me…”

“You got worried?”

“Yeah, I did. I’m not going to say we were friends, as such, because I don’t think Charlie really had friends, but we got on well enough. We never found out much about her life outside the circle, apart from her college.”

“I’d like to learn about Charlotte.” Anna bit her lip. “I’d like to be Charlotte, but I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Do you remember anything from before the accident?”

Shaking her head Anna ran one hand though her hair, looking almost annoyed when it was the wrong length. “I really need to get this cut.” She sighed. “When I first woke up I was still in the car. I don’t know if it was before the ambulance crew arrived or after. In the back one of the girls was crying. I just felt numb, because I didn’t know anyone in the car, and at that point I didn’t know the man sitting in the drivers’ seat was dead.” A single tear trickled down her cheek. “Even when I found out I didn’t really feel anything, apart from a sort of sorrow that he was dead. It’s really hard to explain.”

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Written for a random number prompt.

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Name: Lloyd
Gender: Male
Birth date: unknown

Appearance

Eyes:
Hair:
Height/build:
Physical Appearance:

Personal

Personality:

Skills:

Hobbies/pasttimes:

History:

Relations

Family: Anna
Charlotte

Relationships:

Friends/Other:

Possessions

Clothing:

Jewelry:

Special Possessions:

Stories

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.