Did you Forget?

In the Dream

I woke up in the pile of pillows with Taylor snoring softly. I looked up and the light was shining in through the open window. My dream was still fresh in my mind. It seemed to be pounding in my head like a headache. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and an image of myself in the dream flashed across my mind. I was bruised and had my hair pulled out. I rubbed my eyes and looked again. I was back to the odd twenty year old me. I splashed some water on my face and sat down on the toilet with my head in my hands.

**Dream**

I was in a limo with a tight dress on. My driver rolled down the glass between us and asked if I was ready for the show. I was confused. I just nodded and he rolled up the glass. In the glass was my reflection. Not the twenty year old one, the twelve year old one. I had my braces and pig-tails. Suddenly my door opened and a ton of cameras flashed. I was pulled out and I could feel hands pulling at my hair. Everyone seemed to be trying to tear off a piece of me and take it. I finally reached a door and I quickly shut it behind me. Then a man came and pushed me so I was falling down a hole. I hit  the ground  and quickly stood up. I was on a stage. I tried to say something but it felt like my voice had been torn from my throat. Suddenly tomatoes came flying at me. I tried to run but I was frozen. The floor gave away but I didn't fall. Instead, a bunch of hands came up and started pulling me down. Just before I couldn't see the light, I woke up.

**End of Dream**

"Ariel?" I heard Taylor call from the living room.

I shook my head a bit then went back out to see her laying on the floor. She was sprawled out and had a cat sitting on her head.

"What the,,,where did that come from?" I asked as pat the white fur ball.

"This is Grace. Your cat. She must have been hiding yesterday." She laughed and shooed the large beast off of herself.

I laughed and watched the large cat try to climb up the stairs. I look to the clock which told me it was almost noon. I went to the kitchen and pulled a few things out of the fridge. I began making sandwiches while Taylor cleaned up the pillows. I thought about how I planned on telling Taylor about my decision...

"So Taylor...?" I began.

"Hhmm?" She answered, still sleepily.

"I've been thinking...about my future. I don't know if I'm ready for the stage..."

"Ariel, you have a gift. You will be, don't worry." She smiled.

"See, I don't know. I think...I want to start over. I mean, I don't think its coming back, my memory, and I want to start over. Find a way to something that I will enjoy and can start from the beginning. I'm not jumping into my old life because there is no way I will know what I'm doing."

Taylor seemed to be rethinkning every word. She seemed to be trying to grip the concept of what I said.

"I just don't think singing is for me anymore." I whispered.

"Where will you go?" Taylor seemed to be trying to control her temper.

"I'm almost thinking Canada. I need to get away from this," I tried to say calmly.

"So your just going to walk out. Just like that," she threw her hands up in frustration. "Not even going to think about me or your manager or any other friends you have? What about your brother!?" She was shouting now. She grabbed a few things then stomped to the door. "Have a nice life," she said then walked out.

I was speechless. Who knew that Taylor could get so... defensive? I don't know how to describe it! I know she just doesn't want me to walk out and leave her but I'm not going to go on a stage anytime soon. Things are going to change.

I sat on the couch and thought for a while. Was I really considering going to Canada? I felt my cat hop up beside me. I stoked her fur for a while then picked up my phone. I looked up the number for the airport and began to look at flights to Alberta, Canada. I was ready for a change.

I called my doctor, he gave me a Doctor that I could see in Edmonton. All my files would be sent to him.

I looked around for a suit case and I ended up finding four. I began to put all my clothes and other personal belongings into each bag. I found framed pictures of me and Taylor and felt a tear slide down my cheek. I didn't know her as well as I used to but I still felt like she was a good friend. The only person who stood by me in all of this.

So this was it. I was ready to move on. I doubt I will remember the last eight years but the least I can do is start over.