Forgotten Memories

Chapter One

I know I know, yet another story but the thing is I wrote this one awhile ago so there are quite a few pages aready writen. So it wont actually take much time for me to upload now.  my friend said to upload this one so hopfully if i get some feedback i will actually carry this on. (fingers crossed) :) 

On the side is a picture of her just imagine her with bright red hair.

Blurb:

Nora just wants her life back to normal. No more secrets from her dad, no more drama from her so called friends and she believes staying with her Aunt for her gap year to be the key to this. Little does she know that as soon as she arrives strange things start to happen. Soon one thing leads to another and Nora is forced to rely on a stranger, but will this prove to be the best outcome for her as she starts to fall head over heels for the mysterious John. What happened when not all is as it seems and there really is a reason her dad kept his family secret. But what could it be? 

Chapter One: Wednesday 7:30pm

Everything on the outside of the bricked house leads me to believe it was in every sense of the word abandoned. The steep looking pieces of wood falling over each other. Surrounded the over grown garden. Each piece making its own mark on the so called garden in front of the house. Oranging grass crossing the border line made by the slacking wood. Crossing the few feet it took to get to the vertical gate as it lay scattered and pitiful on the path winding its way up to the house itself.

Pausing there to oversee the front garden. Well what was left of the once glamorous carefully sculptured garden. Where there had once been thousands upon thousands of red roses lined up one after the other. Swaying back and forth each taking its own place in the dance. Now lay withered and decaying on the bottomless background. Breathing in the imprinted sweet smell of flowers and excitement at all the old fabulous parties that the rich owners must have thrown. Although long gone, the thoughts and memories would stick around.

Gathering weeds blooming out of the damp soil. The only thing besides myself that is still living. Alive and healthy in this garden. Taking those necessary steps forwards making my way well into the pining garden. All that is needed is some good care. With someone to take care of it.

The huge figure of the house stood before me. Dearing me to enter. Much like a play ground bully playing with his pray. Keeping them at a safe distance for his plan to be put into order. The body of the house looming way above my head as I came nearer and nearer. The chill of the unknown started to play at my skin bringing goose bumps to its surface. I continued to make my way along the cobbled path. The stones jutting up heavily in random places under my feet creating many obstacles for my heeled shoes. I walk the walk hundreds before me have taken. Under different circumstances than mine; with joy and excitement for a soon to start party or banquet. Young lady's sneaking off to find their soul mates in places their parents would never approve. Each telling their particular story. Own point; own thoughts; own wonders. Stopping in front of the paint peeling door. The grand structure standing around the double doors.

Stone pillars holding their own against a huge slab of stone applying its whole weight on two stone pillars. I could almost hear the sound of groaning at the pressure of the slabs weight was forced to carry. The job it has been obliged to do from the start of this building to the end. The only thing still keeping its duty in this disastrous disgrace of a once popular monument. As you can see I've done my homework.

My attention turning back to the door. Playing an even different part of the story I must find. I raised my hand to the door. Feeling the ruff surface crumble under my hand; paint flying to the ground as I gave a large push. The door didn't move. Again and again I tried; the creaking of the door drowned out any other sound.