love, always

Chapter 6

6.

“But it’s such a long way down!” Megan screamed.

“We’re not going anywhere near the cliff sweet heart, we’ll stick to the path,”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Ok, so where’s Zan gone now? What happened to ‘we going to go through it together’?

Not to mention the fact that I had no idea what she means. All I want to know is where I am and why I can’t move and what’s happened to my family, I’ve said it all before. I mean there’s no need to get worked up about it! Just tell me what happened then leave...sheesh...to be honest with you I don’t really want any of this ‘togetherness’ business. In fact I want anything to do with her. The only reason that I am staying sane was the fact that she’s the only person that can tell me what I need to know!

All I know at the moment was that (if she was telling the truth) something happened to me, something dreadful, I know there was a car crash that involved me, my family and a van...

I think I might stop there. I don’t want to think about it anymore to be honest. None of it, but I can’t top thinking about it because she doesn’t go away, and I can’t put my hands over my ears or run away because I can’t. Believe me. If I could, I would.

But I can’t so I guess I’m stuck with her. Oh joy. Anyway, where was she? I have been awake all this time since she was talking about the sickly ‘togetherness’ and she’s been hours.

And that’s another thing, why was she always saying ‘wake up’ when I wasn’t asleep? Beats me. The little sickly woman might as well be been dripping in honey. She probably is, what did I know? I can’t see her. Drizzle her in chocolate sauce, sprinkle on some hundreds and thousands, stick a wafer in her head and bobs your uncle!

“Morning Haley,”

Speak of the devil, right on cue there Zan, I’ll give you that one.

“How are you doing?”

Fine I guess.

“You feeling anymore awake today?”

Well, I haven’t been asleep believe it or not.

“Do you think it’s time to wake up now?”

I’m not asleep, and stop asking questions, Zan, I can’t answer you know.

“Oh, dear, you’re in a very deep sleep Haley...”

...

“We’re going to have to wake you up then,”

We?

“Haley, if I’m guessing correctly you can remember the unimportant things in life, you keep getting flashbacks of your childhood. Well I haven’t guessed of course, it’s what they told me is probably going on. You may think that those memories whizzing round in your little brain aren’t important, but those memories are the only things that are going to help you through and get you through it for that matter.”

What was she talking about? And who are they?

“You must hold onto those memories, tight. Pretend you’re grabbing them with your fist imagine in your locking them away safely in a chest, with a key and everything, imagine putting these memories away deep in the back of your mind. But not too deep! Because then you might forget them then and that’s the last thing we want! Put the key safely away somewhere, so you don’t lose it, because if you lose that key, you lose your memories and if you lose your memories...well, we don’t want that to happen because otherwise...let’s just say they’ll be consequences. You hear me?”

I hear you.

“Right, now, listen carefully Haley,”

It’s not like I have a choice.

“I’m going to tell you what’s happened, and why you re where you are, and I’m going to actually tell you where you re for that matter, because I’m not quite sure you know,”

Oh thank god! Finally! Hallelujah! Praise the lord and heavens above! (I don’t care if that sounds stupid I generally am thrilled).

“..but it’s going to have to be over a long period of time...”

Oh, talk about ruining the moment...why does she want to do that for?

“Firstly, I want to know if you remember your family,”

Not this again!

I   can’t    answer    you.

Or haven’t you realised? You’ve been talking to me and have I said a word back? No.

“Now obviously you can’t answer just yet so, I’m going to have to tell you anyway, even though you might very well remember,”

Well, I’m overjoyed that you’ve finally got the message about the fact that I can’t move or talk, but I can actually remember my family...telling me would just be a waste of time.

“Your Mum, she was 37, and her name was Lucy, she had a husband obviously, your Father, Greg, 40 years old. Your younger sister Megan was 7 and your baby brother was called Josh, and he was 4. Your only other family that you were in touch with was your Auntie Lizzie and your Uncle Ted, both 47...your Mums side, Lizzie was her sister. Bit of brief information there just so you know in case you didn’t...but I expect you do.”

Okay, well I do know about my family, but one fact is wrong, Uncle Ted turned 48 the day we were going on holiday.