The girl looked out across the water, staring at nothing yet taking in everything.
She was young, fifteen or so. With one of those faces that were so easy to forget. Pretty, but not pretty enough. The perfect girl for Witness Protection.
She was young, and she was pretty, and she was looking out into the Atlantic Ocean with no intention of leaving that spot. At least, not for a long while.
Yes, she knew that it was completely melodramatic and unnessacary, but in that one moment, she could afford to be serious and she had a chance to pretend that she didn’t have to live up to everyone’s expectations of her.
She could stop being bubbly, ditzy Rebecca Ashbury. She could be who she once was- Amanda Dreeks. Book smart, nerdy, shy girl Amanda Dreeks.
She’d been different, ever since the “accident”, as her aunt called it. She hadn’t meant to do anything wrong. The police had always told her that the deaths of her parents weren’t her fault. But she was never sure. She couldn’t remember it very well. For Christ’s sake, she’d only been six when her parents were killed. Rebecca had never known why, and she figured that, due to her aunt’s unwillingness to talk about her sister, she would never know.
The police worried about Rebecca, but only because they didn’t want to see a little girl go into foster care and have to go through all of that alone. So they sent her off to her aunt’s and continued their investigation. A year passed by with nothing at all.
When she was attacked a year later, the police finally decided that she was in danger. She was told that she’d needed to change everything.
Amanda had always been good at taking orders. And following that one order was the lone part of Amanda that had stayed behind when she’d made the transition into another person.
And eventually, she’d become the complete opposite of who she had been, became this Rebecca person, inside and out.
But there were moments, like these, when she’d look out across that Atlantic Ocean and she’d think of herself as Amanda. Times when she’d refuse to be Rebecca. Refuse to be anything but the old her.
But she wasn’t so sure who the real Amanda even was anymore. All she knew was that she didn’t want to be the person that she’d been forced to become.
Amanda sighed and looked away from the ocean, and she became Rebecca once more. What choice did she have?