chapter 5

Jami let Lita cry on her shoulder for a few more minutes. Finally Lita straightened and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I'm sorry." she whispered. "It's okay! Honestly! You've had a big shock and a traumatic time...it's okay to cry. I'm here for you, that's what friends are for!" Jami told her, laying a hand over her's.

They were interrupted by an insistent ringing of the doorbell, followed by someone knocking heavily at the door. "Who the heck?" Jami wondered outloud, as she stood to go to the door. "I'll be right back Lita...stay here and relax." Jami said as she hurried to the front door, where whoever was out there, was keeping their finger on the doorbell.

Jami swung open the door and was immediently wrapped in a hug. The girl who had hugged her stepped back. She was 5'7", about 135 pounds. She had dark, dirty blonde hair and her blueish-green eyes were shining brightly. Jami gasped and then smiled back. "Tasha! What are you doing here? Come in! Girl, it's so good to see you!" Jami cried. Tasha laughed, "Girl, chill! You need to lay off the caffiene in the morning. I was watching the show the other night when I saw what happened to Lita. At first I thought it was part of the show. Then Edge called me and told me it wasn't, and that Lita had lost most of her memory. So, I decided to come down here and see both of you...so, how is she?" Tasha asked.

"Well, she's kinda upset right now. She remembers certain things, like something that happened in a match, and the WWF...she just doesn't remember the people. We just finished looking at some photos, hoping to jog her memory. So far, nothing." Jami sighed.

Jami hooked an arm through Tasha's and led her to the library. "hey Lita, this is Tasha, a friend of ours. She's also good friends with Edge." Jami introduced. Lita looked at Tasha and they could tell that she didn't recognize her. Lita smiled uncertainly, "Hi Tasha. I'm sorry that I don't remember you. I do recognize you from some of the photos though." Tasha smiled, "That's okay, I'm sure your memory will come back to you in time." "That's what everyone says." Lita mumbled, looking distressed.

A few hours later Lita had decided to go to her room and take a nap. Jami and Tasha were standing in the kitchen, talking. "Well, she seems to be coping well with the fact that she can't remember a lot. I'd like to forget some things that have happened in my past, but not all of the people." Tasha said, taking a drink from a bottle of water. Jami hopped up to sit on the counter. "Yeah, I know...I'd be totally freaking out if I couldn't remember any of my friends. I feel so bad for her!" Jami responded. Tasha sighed, "Yeah, I know. She seems to really trust you. Why do you think that is?" Jami shrugged, "I really don't know, it's just one of those things that I can't explain. " Jami told her honestly. Then she continued, "I wish there was something I could do to help her!" Jami rested her head in her hands. Before Tasha could respond, a scream came from the upstairs.