Chapter 3
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Farah.
Eight years later.
Alexandria, Egypt.
December 17, 2009.
Farah was laying on her bed listening to her favorite songs and thinking about her life. She had always felt captivated. Every day for the past eight years she asked herself the same question; why couldn't she just disappear?
She had this thought running through her mind most of the time, a daydream where she could leave everything behind and simply vanish. With every day passing, an unreasonable aching feeling crawled into her soul slowly leading her to lose all senses of reality. For the past eight years, she kept having weird dreams.
Dreams she couldn't recall fully yet she vividly remembered how it felt every time she had one. She sighed and looked at the ceiling defeated; she felt a yearning for something more important than what happened to her the last couple of days.
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She reached her iPod to change the song; she looked at her left hand, there was a cicatrix between her thumb and index finger, it looked rough, whatever had caused this old wound, it was never stitched nor treated. For years she thought maybe the accident she had when she was eighteen was the reason behind the scar.
Eight years ago, she went into an enormous car crash; she was driving on El-Gaish road when suddenly her car flipped multiple times causing her to become heavily disoriented, the only thing she remembered from that day was the world passed up and down in a blur. After she woke up in the hospital, she couldn't recognize anyone and when the doctors asked her if she remembered anything; the only thing that was clear in her mind was her name.
The doctors said that her memory loss was due to the accident and it might not get back. Surprisingly after one month, she was remembering everything except her childhood memories; even the things she remembered were more like feelings from the past, not genuine memories.
For anyone who knew Farah; would mostly envy her. She had a perfect looking life; she was the youngest member of one of the wealthiest well-known families in the country. She had the money and the power to have anything she wants yet it wasn't as luxurious as it sounded.
She wasn't free to decide anything major in her life, she must follow her family's footsteps. Her life felt more of a role in a movie she had to play and not real life.
She was the only granddaughter of the Nezar family; her family dominated her life in its every aspect. It wasn't bad to have a comfortable life ready for her to lead yet feeling captivated was drifting her away.
She didn't celebrate her birthday after the accident; she doesn't even remember if her family ever celebrated that day. Three months ago, was her twenty-six birthday, her cousin Malika decided to throw her a party even though it was a hectic day for her. Malika called Farah to convince her to go to the party she arranged for her at her favorite restaurant. It took Malika thirty minutes of begging until finally, Farah agreed to go.
Farah smiled remembering that day, Malika always used begging to convince her. She looked over her room while heading to her closet to start getting ready, there were many pictures of her with Malika hanging on the walls.
Despite having different personalities; they had a strong friendship. Their mothers raised them to love and protect each other as they did. Farah opened her closet and there was a picture of their summer trip two years ago in South Korea, she remembered how crazy this trip was. "If I only knew all that crap will happen just one year after this photo," she said sarcastically and looked away.
After she went to the bathroom to have a quick shower, her phone ranged, she looked at it and started to blow dry her black wavy hair. She had a kind of beauty that women love to hate; with a willowy figure, heart-shaped face, almond amber eyes, long curved eyelashes and naturally full round light red lips with rounded cupids bow.
Her phone kept ringing, two names kept calling her; Malika and Adam. She finally answered one of them after taking a long deep breath. "Farah!! Please talk to me." Adam's voice was a bit strained.
"Don't call again." she hung up the phone before Adam could say anything else. She went to her room to wear her heels while holding her phone blocking Adam's number. She checked herself over in the mirror one last time. "Will it ever end?" she said and grabbed her bag.
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Farah.
Eight years later.
Alexandria, Egypt.
December 17, 2009.
Farah was laying on her bed listening to her favorite songs and thinking about her life. She had always felt captivated. Every day for the past eight years she asked herself the same question; why couldn't she just disappear?
She had this thought running through her mind most of the time, a daydream where she could leave everything behind and simply vanish. With every day passing, an unreasonable aching feeling crawled into her soul slowly leading her to lose all senses of reality. For the past eight years, she kept having weird dreams.
Dreams she couldn't recall fully yet she vividly remembered how it felt every time she had one. She sighed and looked at the ceiling defeated; she felt a yearning for something more important than what happened to her the last couple of days.
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She reached her iPod to change the song; she looked at her left hand, there was a cicatrix between her thumb and index finger, it looked rough, whatever had caused this old wound, it was never stitched nor treated. For years she thought maybe the accident she had when she was eighteen was the reason behind the scar.
Eight years ago, she went into an enormous car crash; she was driving on El-Gaish road when suddenly her car flipped multiple times causing her to become heavily disoriented, the only thing she remembered from that day was the world passed up and down in a blur. After she woke up in the hospital, she couldn't recognize anyone and when the doctors asked her if she remembered anything; the only thing that was clear in her mind was her name.
The doctors said that her memory loss was due to the accident and it might not get back. Surprisingly after one month, she was remembering everything except her childhood memories; even the things she remembered were more like feelings from the past, not genuine memories.
For anyone who knew Farah; would mostly envy her. She had a perfect looking life; she was the youngest member of one of the wealthiest well-known families in the country. She had the money and the power to have anything she wants yet it wasn't as luxurious as it sounded.
She wasn't free to decide anything major in her life, she must follow her family's footsteps. Her life felt more of a role in a movie she had to play and not real life.
She was the only granddaughter of the Nezar family; her family dominated her life in its every aspect. It wasn't bad to have a comfortable life ready for her to lead yet feeling captivated was drifting her away.
She didn't celebrate her birthday after the accident; she doesn't even remember if her family ever celebrated that day. Three months ago, was her twenty-six birthday, her cousin Malika decided to throw her a party even though it was a hectic day for her. Malika called Farah to convince her to go to the party she arranged for her at her favorite restaurant. It took Malika thirty minutes of begging until finally, Farah agreed to go.
Farah smiled remembering that day, Malika always used begging to convince her. She looked over her room while heading to her closet to start getting ready, there were many pictures of her with Malika hanging on the walls.
Despite having different personalities; they had a strong friendship. Their mothers raised them to love and protect each other as they did. Farah opened her closet and there was a picture of their summer trip two years ago in South Korea, she remembered how crazy this trip was. "If I only knew all that crap will happen just one year after this photo," she said sarcastically and looked away.
After she went to the bathroom to have a quick shower, her phone ranged, she looked at it and started to blow dry her black wavy hair. She had a kind of beauty that women love to hate; with a willowy figure, heart-shaped face, almond amber eyes, long curved eyelashes and naturally full round light red lips with rounded cupids bow.
Her phone kept ringing, two names kept calling her; Malika and Adam. She finally answered one of them after taking a long deep breath. "Farah!! Please talk to me." Adam's voice was a bit strained.
"Don't call again." she hung up the phone before Adam could say anything else. She went to her room to wear her heels while holding her phone blocking Adam's number. She checked herself over in the mirror one last time. "Will it ever end?" she said and grabbed her bag.
Farah.Eight years later.Alexandria, Egypt.December 17, 2009.Farah was laying on her bed listening to her favorite songs and thinking about her life. She had always felt captivated. Every day for the past eight years she asked herself the same question; why couldn't she just disappear?She had this thought running through her mind most of the time, a daydream where she could leave everything behind and simply vanish. With every day passing, an unreasonable aching feeling crawled into her soul slowly leading her to lose all senses of reality. For the past eight years, she kept having weird dreams.Dreams she couldn't recall fully yet she vividly remembered how it felt every time she had one. She sighed and looked at the ceiling defeated; she felt a yearning for something more important than what happened to her the last couple of days.Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. She reached her iPod to change the song; she looked at her left hand, there was a cicatrix between her thumb and index finger, it looked rough, whatever had caused this old wound, it was never stitched nor treated. For years she thought maybe the accident she had when she was eighteen was the reason behind the scar.Eight years ago, she went into an enormous car crash; she was driving on El-Gaish road when suddenly her car flipped multiple times causing her to become heavily disoriented, the only thing she remembered from that day was the world passed up and down in a blur. After she woke up in the hospital, she couldn't recognize anyone and when the doctors asked her if she remembered anything; the only thing that was clear in her mind was her name.The doctors said that her memory loss was due to the accident and it might not get back. Surprisingly after one month, she was remembering everything except her childhood memories; even the things she remembered were more like feelings from the past, not genuine memories.For anyone who knew Farah; would mostly envy her. She had a perfect looking life; she was the youngest member of one of the wealthiest well-known families in the country. She had the money and the power to have anything she wants yet it wasn't as luxurious as it sounded.She wasn't free to decide anything major in her life, she must follow her family's footsteps. Her life felt more of a role in a movie she had to play and not real life.She was the only granddaughter of the Nezar family; her family dominated her life in its every aspect. It wasn't bad to have a comfortable life ready for her to lead yet feeling captivated was drifting her away.She didn't celebrate her birthday after the accident; she doesn't even remember if her family ever celebrated that day. Three months ago, was her twenty-six birthday, her cousin Malika decided to throw her a party even though it was a hectic day for her. Malika called Farah to convince her to go to the party she arranged for her at her favorite restaurant. It took Malika thirty minutes of begging until finally, Farah agreed to go.Farah smiled remembering that day, Malika always used begging to convince her. She looked over her room while heading to her closet to start getting ready, there were many pictures of her with Malika hanging on the walls.Despite having different personalities; they had a strong friendship. Their mothers raised them to love and protect each other as they did. Farah opened her closet and there was a picture of their summer trip two years ago in South Korea, she remembered how crazy this trip was. "If I only knew all that crap will happen just one year after this photo," she said sarcastically and looked away.After she went to the bathroom to have a quick shower, her phone ranged, she looked at it and started to blow dry her black wavy hair. She had a kind of beauty that women love to hate; with a willowy figure, heart-shaped face, almond amber eyes, long curved eyelashes and naturally full round light red lips with rounded cupids bow.Her phone kept ringing, two names kept calling her; Malika and Adam. She finally answered one of them after taking a long deep breath. "Farah!! Please talk to me." Adam's voice was a bit strained."Don't call again." she hung up the phone before Adam could say anything else. She went to her room to wear her heels while holding her phone blocking Adam's number. She checked herself over in the mirror one last time. "Will it ever end?" she said and grabbed her bag.
