“Your…” he whispered barely, “alive….”

I raised an eyebrow. “Do I know you?” I asked even though I was sure I did. Or at least had.

He shook his head slowly. “No. Not anymore.”

Okay even though I felt I knew him before, he was still acting weird. And maybe I was too. My sister was probably right, there was something wrong with my brain.

“Um…I got to go.”

I tried to go around hi...

They called me “the girl without a yesterday.” Rarely ever around me. I’d mostly ever hear it in the silence between conversations, feel it in the way people looked at me when I passed by.

I didn’t disagree with them though. It was sometimes hard to believe if I had a yesterday before I came here.

I knew I did though. I had a few small memories left.

Not names, faces, or places. Noth...