She could easily pass out of ones memory she could introduce you to herself, and the next moment you wouldn't remember who she was. Krissoula would be eighteen in about seven weeks, and no one would be there to celebrate. She was in one word Forgotten her own parents didn't remember her, and hadn't since she was eleven when strange things started to happen. When she would get over emotional it seemed memory's of herself seemed to be erased from those she cared most about, or if not erased they would change there would be someone elses image in her place in the clothes she was wearing doing the things she had done.

Krissoula was scared but that wasn't a new feeling for her it seemed like she was always afraid any more being all alone with no one to care for her or tell her why these things happened why no one could remember her, and why normal things that would hurt others never seemed to bother her. At the moment her eyes were gazing down upon a young teen being attacked with a knife over five dollars. 'Why should I help him its none of my concern not like he would remember the help' She found her eyes glaring at the knife in the attackers hand none the less she was amazed when the knife in the mans hand got red hot and he dropped it.