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Chapter 16
Remembering is hard for the soul
As soon as my parents heard the news, they came storming through the hospital and taking me out of there despite my doctors best wishes. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up to mostra him I was okay, and he did the phone symbol and mouthed call me. I was glad he stayed da my side after that horrible ordeal, he and Cadence stayed da side me throughout the night.
I was spooked and I told them both about my dream, even though I was sure he doubted my story, he listened and asked domande like Cadence. I was happy that it seemed that he believed me, and he was extra curious about Bubble gum.
So was I, I explained it over and over but it still seemed impossible. How could she know I was there? Was she pyschic too?
My parents parked the car in front of our house, my mom gently grabbed me and carefully led me upstairs to my room. When we reached my room my parents tucked me in my letto and looked at me concernedly. I could see them better and my mom looked pale and scared while dad looked lost.
“Are te okay, sweetie?” Mom asked me.
I nodded. “Better now, mom did te get any sleep?”
Mom shook her head, “doesn’t matter now, as long as your okay.”
I nod as my mom kisses my cheek, she casts one più worried glance at me. “Call me if te need anything.”
“I will.”
She gives me a dazzling smile and leaves the room, dad stares at me a few secondi before begrudgingly following my mother. It was weird, it was as if they switched roles, mom looked worried while dad looked annoyed.
I shake my confused thoughts as I think back to the girl with the bubble gum hair, she had detto Serache, that must be her name. But I’m sure now that she wasn’t the one who had tried to suffocate me, but she probably was just was as important.
I’m going to need to find her. But that’s going to take some time.
And I’ll have to wait.
Or maybe not, I think as I close my eyes and think of the girl again and my sister, I might just get another vision if I’m lucky.
If only my sister had something, anything, that can conjure anything up. I’ve racked my brains for hours, but still I have no idea of a girl named Serache with bubble gum hair. I sighed.
I stood up and went to my closet, I pried off the special tile and my hand searched for something that I haven’t touched for years. It took a while but soon enough I felt my hands close on a hard surface. I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breathe and then pulled my hand with the object out of the tile.
It was a a craft book, designed da a giddy young pre-teen whose family was happy back then. There’s all kinds of pictures of us in there, I remember dedicating most of my time into this. And when our family did break apart, I put even più time into it, I’d take thousands of pictures, I remember even Dorothy complaining.
Serache didn’t look familiar, none of them did, but maybe, just maybe, I met them. Probably walking da them on the street, o when Dorothy and I went to the mall and a ton of her Friends stopped her to say hi. It could’ve been anytime, I had to spot at least one of them.
I flipped the pages, cringing at our extremely bright smiles, if only we knew what would’ve happened, we wouldn’t have been that happy. It was agonizing to look at every picture without having to feel the wave of sadness, hopelessness, and anger that course through me, but I pushed aside my thoughts and kept looking at every picture.
I had to study them, and look più closely, in case there was a detail I’ve never noticed before. After minuti of endless nothings I stopped at one certain picture. It was of me and Dorothy, bright smiles pastered on our faces and hands on our hips in a sassy attitude style.
There was probably nothing wrong with that, but if te looked behind us there was something strange. They wore normal clothes, looking ordinary. Their head was turned toward us, their hair long that it reached past their belt, covering their face perfectly. All I could see was a portion of their lips, which were full and pouty, their body was obviously female, I would probably be worried if that was not the case.
The only other indicator of importance was the hair color, a dark sheen of black, the same color I have a reason to believe my attacker’s hair was. Could it be?
It was hard to tell if I had seen her before, she was shielded perfectly. Did she do that on purpose? Did she know the camera would get her? I furrowed my eyebrows as I studied her hard, waiting for any fonte of recognition, but it never came.
Frustrated I took that picture aside, and started to look through the other ones. But they barely had anything except indicators of where my sister has been. One picture made me pause in particular, we were at one of those shopping plaza’s, it was a sister-sister thing we wanted to try.
I was practically floating the morning of our day, Dorothy was having a good laugh at my happiness, but I couldn’t help it. I got to spend time with a sister I adored, it was one of the happiest days of my life.
I closed my eyes and smiled, remembering how I felt, and then when I opened my eyes I was standing the plaza shopping place.
I smiled to myself, finally a good memory, even if it was a vision.
Chapter 16
Remembering is hard for the soul
As soon as my parents heard the news, they came storming through the hospital and taking me out of there despite my doctors best wishes. I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up to mostra him I was okay, and he did the phone symbol and mouthed call me. I was glad he stayed da my side after that horrible ordeal, he and Cadence stayed da side me throughout the night.
I was spooked and I told them both about my dream, even though I was sure he doubted my story, he listened and asked domande like Cadence. I was happy that it seemed that he believed me, and he was extra curious about Bubble gum.
So was I, I explained it over and over but it still seemed impossible. How could she know I was there? Was she pyschic too?
My parents parked the car in front of our house, my mom gently grabbed me and carefully led me upstairs to my room. When we reached my room my parents tucked me in my letto and looked at me concernedly. I could see them better and my mom looked pale and scared while dad looked lost.
“Are te okay, sweetie?” Mom asked me.
I nodded. “Better now, mom did te get any sleep?”
Mom shook her head, “doesn’t matter now, as long as your okay.”
I nod as my mom kisses my cheek, she casts one più worried glance at me. “Call me if te need anything.”
“I will.”
She gives me a dazzling smile and leaves the room, dad stares at me a few secondi before begrudgingly following my mother. It was weird, it was as if they switched roles, mom looked worried while dad looked annoyed.
I shake my confused thoughts as I think back to the girl with the bubble gum hair, she had detto Serache, that must be her name. But I’m sure now that she wasn’t the one who had tried to suffocate me, but she probably was just was as important.
I’m going to need to find her. But that’s going to take some time.
And I’ll have to wait.
Or maybe not, I think as I close my eyes and think of the girl again and my sister, I might just get another vision if I’m lucky.
If only my sister had something, anything, that can conjure anything up. I’ve racked my brains for hours, but still I have no idea of a girl named Serache with bubble gum hair. I sighed.
I stood up and went to my closet, I pried off the special tile and my hand searched for something that I haven’t touched for years. It took a while but soon enough I felt my hands close on a hard surface. I closed my eyes for a second, took a deep breathe and then pulled my hand with the object out of the tile.
It was a a craft book, designed da a giddy young pre-teen whose family was happy back then. There’s all kinds of pictures of us in there, I remember dedicating most of my time into this. And when our family did break apart, I put even più time into it, I’d take thousands of pictures, I remember even Dorothy complaining.
Serache didn’t look familiar, none of them did, but maybe, just maybe, I met them. Probably walking da them on the street, o when Dorothy and I went to the mall and a ton of her Friends stopped her to say hi. It could’ve been anytime, I had to spot at least one of them.
I flipped the pages, cringing at our extremely bright smiles, if only we knew what would’ve happened, we wouldn’t have been that happy. It was agonizing to look at every picture without having to feel the wave of sadness, hopelessness, and anger that course through me, but I pushed aside my thoughts and kept looking at every picture.
I had to study them, and look più closely, in case there was a detail I’ve never noticed before. After minuti of endless nothings I stopped at one certain picture. It was of me and Dorothy, bright smiles pastered on our faces and hands on our hips in a sassy attitude style.
There was probably nothing wrong with that, but if te looked behind us there was something strange. They wore normal clothes, looking ordinary. Their head was turned toward us, their hair long that it reached past their belt, covering their face perfectly. All I could see was a portion of their lips, which were full and pouty, their body was obviously female, I would probably be worried if that was not the case.
The only other indicator of importance was the hair color, a dark sheen of black, the same color I have a reason to believe my attacker’s hair was. Could it be?
It was hard to tell if I had seen her before, she was shielded perfectly. Did she do that on purpose? Did she know the camera would get her? I furrowed my eyebrows as I studied her hard, waiting for any fonte of recognition, but it never came.
Frustrated I took that picture aside, and started to look through the other ones. But they barely had anything except indicators of where my sister has been. One picture made me pause in particular, we were at one of those shopping plaza’s, it was a sister-sister thing we wanted to try.
I was practically floating the morning of our day, Dorothy was having a good laugh at my happiness, but I couldn’t help it. I got to spend time with a sister I adored, it was one of the happiest days of my life.
I closed my eyes and smiled, remembering how I felt, and then when I opened my eyes I was standing the plaza shopping place.
I smiled to myself, finally a good memory, even if it was a vision.
but now its over
and i am not going back
had my cuore broken
had my dreams blown away
it only took te a second
to rearrange my whole day
I use to know you
but now its over
and i see that now
te blew me away
far from here
and i couldnt make it back
but i bet te knew that
I use to know
someone like you
he was friendly
but i left him behind
in the rain
in the cold
where i couldnt see him
i hope you're different
it would help
if te werent exactly like him
nice to know you
but i must go
and protect my soul
how nice of te to stop by
but please go home now
I use to know you
but now im long gone
and it feels great'
to leave that burden behind
i wont see te again
i wont be there when te fall
just know that i
wont pick te up again
Thursday
Kyle is the worst boyfriend ever! The party ended with me in a coma. Apparently there was alcohol in my drink. I had an overdose and it almost killed me. Kyle swears he didn't do it. I want to believe him. I really want to. I know Kyle had done it because I know saw him poor something in there. At first I thought it was water o something to make it sweeter. It wasn't water. I couldn't go to school today because they were pumping the alcohol out of my system o something. I'm not entirely sure what happened. All I know is that for a couple if minuti I was pronounced dead. My heartbeat soon started thumping again but I was in a coma. My parents were so worried. I thought for sure they would be dead from shock. Kyle is banned from coming near me. My dad implied that rule. My mom kept crying whenever she talked to me. All she could manage to get out of her mouth besides whimpers were muffled words. I don't think I'll be seeing Kyle for a while now.
Kyle is the worst boyfriend ever! The party ended with me in a coma. Apparently there was alcohol in my drink. I had an overdose and it almost killed me. Kyle swears he didn't do it. I want to believe him. I really want to. I know Kyle had done it because I know saw him poor something in there. At first I thought it was water o something to make it sweeter. It wasn't water. I couldn't go to school today because they were pumping the alcohol out of my system o something. I'm not entirely sure what happened. All I know is that for a couple if minuti I was pronounced dead. My heartbeat soon started thumping again but I was in a coma. My parents were so worried. I thought for sure they would be dead from shock. Kyle is banned from coming near me. My dad implied that rule. My mom kept crying whenever she talked to me. All she could manage to get out of her mouth besides whimpers were muffled words. I don't think I'll be seeing Kyle for a while now.
What a change Such a dramatic change
Once I was small and ignored
Now I'm called when their bored
o looking for a friend
To talk to till the end I use to be invisible
Now I feel invincible
They can't hurt me
Look at what I can be
This is new
Something almost true
That great feeling
Was somewhat appealing
But soon disappeared
Whenever I neared
Now I am small
No longer tall
Completely ignored
Always bored
It happened so fast Invisible in the past
Then became invincible
And immediately back to invisible
It changes everyday I don't know what to say
Maybe it won't stay the same
I'll be forever lame
Once I was small and ignored
Now I'm called when their bored
o looking for a friend
To talk to till the end I use to be invisible
Now I feel invincible
They can't hurt me
Look at what I can be
This is new
Something almost true
That great feeling
Was somewhat appealing
But soon disappeared
Whenever I neared
Now I am small
No longer tall
Completely ignored
Always bored
It happened so fast Invisible in the past
Then became invincible
And immediately back to invisible
It changes everyday I don't know what to say
Maybe it won't stay the same
I'll be forever lame