The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 45: A lost piece of my memory..

It was around 2:00 now, and Loki had spent half the day scrubbing his face with water, trying to get the makeup off of him.
But right now....
"Get your cat off of me." Loki demands.
"And wake him up?" I chuckle.
"If necessary, of course. Just get him off of me."
"But look how satisfied he is!" I say, pointing toward Sam sleeping if on Loki's lap.
"Well, I am not satisfied."
I walk over to where Loki sat on the bed, and pick Sam up into my arms.
I hold Sam out to face Loki, "Apologize."
"What?" Loki asks.
"Apologize to Sam."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because you forced him to wake up."
"I'm not giving an apology to a cat."
I roll my eyes, jokingly, and place the cat on the ground.
It was hard looking at Loki without laughing.
I mean, after all, he did have drawn on whiskers and a little circle of eyeliner on his nose.
So, I've decided, not to even look at him directly in his face.
"So," Loki begins, "24 hours as a cat?"
"That's what the eyeliner said."
"Is there any way to get it off now?"
"I mean, I guess we can go to a store and buy a makeup remover..."
Loki's eyes widen a bit and he smirks, "So this could come off of me?"
"Well, yeah, but then you'd have to go in the store... like that."
"I would not." He claims.
"Yes.. you would."
"You shall buy it instead."
I chuckle a bit, as I have no choice but to look at him.
"You don't wanna be a cat anymore?"
"Of course not."
"Fine, we'll go to the store and I'll buy the makeup remover."
Loki smiles a bit, and reveals the tesseract.
"Oh, now?!"
"Yes." Loki answers, grabbing my hand.
And just like that, we're on the side of a building.
Thank goodness he didn't bring us in front of the store again.
Well, it was a different store anyways.
It was a regular shop and, I think, a thrift shop?
Cool.
"You wait here." I tell him.
And he does.
It was clear he wouldn't go in the store for the life of him.
I walk inside, and it was a pretty nice shop.
One side was the regular store, and then a small thrift shop area.
I didn't know where to go to find makeup remover, but I didn't want to interact with anyone, so I roamed up and down the aisles.

Eventually, I found the makeup aisle.
I chose the cheapest makeup remover, considering I was low on money.
Quickly, I make my way to the checkout lane.
But there's a bit of a long line, I guess.
So I decided to look around in the thrift shop area.
Most of the things were clothes and really old trinkets.
I even saw a few board games or cards that were from the late 30's.
Not that I remembered them, but it said when it was made on the little boxes.
I walked up and down the small aisles, browsing the shelves.
There wasn't many things that interested me.

I start to walk back toward the checkout lane, checking to see if the line was smaller now.
And it was.
So, I start actually heading toward the lane.
But then.
Then out of the corner of my eye.
In the thrift area.
I saw something.
I stopped in my track, and slowly turned to my right.
And there, right in front of me, was such a small piece of my lost memories.
But it's one of the only pieces I had to remember.
That was good, at least.
I reach out toward the shelf, grabbing it.
It.
The sock monkey.
The sock monkey with a little white sweater.
The sock monkey with the little matching hat.
I don't even know how it got here, but I know it's mine.
I know it.
Willie Norman Adams, the sock monkey.
The sock monkey from the one good memory that I personally remember.
I held the sock monkey in front of me, and look at the small tag on its leg.
The kind of tag that all stuffed animals had, to show off the brand.
I lift it up, looking at the back of the tag.
"Property of Sarah Adams;Willie Norman Adams."
It wasn't the clearest writing, but I could see it.
This was from Christmas night, many, many, years ago.
I hold the sock monkey right in my hand, and head toward the checkout lane.
I didn't care how much it cost, because I was getting it either way.
Finally, I make it to the front of the checkout lane.
The cashier takes the makeup remover and the sock monkey.
She chuckles when she sees the sock monkey, "This old thing has been sitting on the shelf for years."
I smile a bit, but my whole mood, for some reason, just crashed.
The sock monkey is supposed to represent a happy time in my life.
But I could never go back to that happy time.
So it'd just cause so much pain.
But I needed that sock monkey.
"$12.85." She says, and I hand her a $20.
She takes the $20, and then hands back the change.
"Would you like a bag?" She asks.
I shake my head, no.
She hands me the sock monkey and the makeup removers, and I leave immediately.
I go back to the side of the store, and find Loki.
He chuckles a bit, "What took you so long?" He asks.
But I don't answer him.
I was a bit overwhelmed, and all I could do is look at the ground, holding Willie.
I reach out my hand, giving him the makeup wipes.
He takes them, but his eyebrows slant.
"Are you alright?" He asks.
Apparently, he didn't notice the sock monkey.
I nod, and keep my hand sticking out so he'd bring us back to the cabin.
He looks concerned, but he reveals the tesseract and grabs my hand.
Like that, we're in the cabin again.
But I don't really say anything.
I walk over to the bed, curling myself into a ball, hugging the sock monkey.
It was all I had left of my Aunt and my Grandma.
It was all I had left of my family.
Loki was already in the bathroom using the makeup wipes.
About 2 minutes later, he comes walking out, without the makeup on his face.
He smiles, glad he didn't have to look like a cat anymore.
But then, he looks over to me, and his smile fades.
He approaches me, and sits on the other side of the bed.
"What is it?" He asks, still not seeing the sock monkey.
I wanted to make out words, but I couldn't.
I was trying to think of my family.
Anything else about them.
Loki looked a mixture of confused, concerned, and scared.
"Sarah?" He asks.
And finally, I look up at him.
And he could see my eyes welled with tears, as they slowly stream down my face.
His face softens, and he now only looks a bit confused.
"What happened?" He asks.
I try wiping my tears away, and sit up.
I hold out the sock monkey to Loki, and he takes it.
"Is this.." he begins.
"Yeah." I answer, cutting him off.
Clearly he knew what it was, since he saw all of my memories.
Even the ones I didn't know.
And I often wondered how much he knew.
I mean, he knows my life better than I know it myself.
He looks a bit sad, and hands the sock monkey back to me.
"Willie, am I right?" He asks.
I nod.
"Why Willie?" He asks, trying to brighten the mood.
I chuckle a bit.
I don't even know why I named him Willie.
It's not like I remembered.
"I don't know." I answer, smiling a bit.
He sits, silent, just looking at me as I look at the sock monkey, Willie.
"Would you like to hear more of your memories?" Loki asks, thinking it would get me in a better mood.
But I didn't want to hear my forgotten memories right now.
I didn't want to know anymore.
I know I had these important and special people in my life, that I loved.
But I'd never see them again.
I'd have the memory, without even seeing it.
It was just be an existing memory, that I had no memory about.
"No, thank you." I whisper, still looking at Willie.

And suddenly, Sam jumps on the bed.
He comes over to me, sitting on my lap.
I guess my past has a way of sticking with me, even in times I don't expect it.
Even if I don't know it.
Loki sighs, and tries to smile a bit, but he knows I'm upset.
"I'll go make dinner, if you'd like." He says, getting up from the bed.
But suddenly, for some reason, I grab his arm.
He turns around to face me.
"Don't leave." I ask.
I didn't want to be alone.
Yeah, there was a cat sitting on my lap, but that's not the same.
"Please." I say.
He nods, and sits down next to me again.
I didn't even know why I asked him to stay, other than not wanting to be alone.
I mean, what's he supposed to do, just sitting next to me?
But at the same time, I needed someone to comfort me.
I didn't get a lot of comfort nowadays.
Suddenly, Loki puts his arm around me, and pulls me closer to him, to pull me in a kind of hug.
And I needed a hug.
I let his arm stay rested around me, as I hugged my sock monkey.
It was weird.
Feeling safe.
And feeling comfort.
But I liked it.