ET2: Through The Storm

Chapter 59

Crystal Dwight's POV

I woke up with my head aching. I remembered I had the worst nightmare last night. A rush of bizarre memories kept flashing on my head one after another. I believe they are my memories because of the familiarity that sank in as soon as I thought of them. I got the feeling that those are the scenarios I had forgotten. 

I heard a familiar voice when I headed out. I wonder what he is doing here this early. It's only six in the morning. 

I greeted them "good morning" and they both turned to me. 

"Love, you're awake?" Ryle responded with a smile. 

I joined them at the table and reached for a cup of coffee — that I believe is Ryle's. I nodded before I took a sip. "What are you doing here?" I asked, putting down the cup. "Masyado pang maaga."

"Kanina pang alas-dos siya rito, anak," my mother replied. I couldn't let go of calling her mother because she is. 

I was confused. "What do you mean, ma?" 

"You were having nightmares," she responded, casting me a glance before she took a sip from her cup. "Tinawagan ko si Ryle kasi hindi kita mapupuntahan."

My jaw dropped. I turned to Ryle and threw him a surprise look. "You drove here that early?"

He gave an assuring smile and shook his head. "It's alright, love." He also reached for the mug I just put down and took a sip. "Kumusta ang pakiramdam mo? You were in bad shape last night, you know."

I scrutinized him and could tell that he barely got any sleep. 

"Is the nightmare frequently happening? Why didn't you tell me?" His eyes were gentle yet worried. 

"It isn't as bad as last night's," I confessed. "I dreamt of being surrounded by a big fire," I added. 

"Big fire?" My mother seemed interested so I continued. 

"Yes, ma. I think that was the fire where you saved me."

"What else did you see in your dream, love?" Ryle asked, getting interested as well.

"I also dreamed of a bracelet."

My mother's brows are knitted as she holds on to her mug.

"I saw someone giving me a pair of it, my parents I guess." I looked at my mother. "Did I wear it when you found me that day, ma? I think that would help me recall my lost memories."

My mother pondered for a moment. She turned to me with a brightened face and that gave me hope. "Mayroon nga. May suot ka ngang bracelet noong natagpuan kita. I kept it in the cabinet where I stored some legal documents."

I found the bracelet I saw in my dreams. Ah, those weren't a dream. They were fragments of my memories. 

When I met Dr. Aguirre, I told him about it. He told me that we were making progress. It won't be long until I recall my memories and won't be confused about them. May naaalala na ako but they aren't making sense. Hindi connected ang isa sa isa. We couldn't reach a conclusion. 

I am having a session with Dr. Aguirre once a week. Ryle is always accompanying me. I told him he doesn't need to but he never listens, as usual. Our routine became a cycle of our session, putting me in deep concentration with Dr. Aguirre narrating the story I told him, those memories I told him. 

It was hard for me to go back to that traumatic event, especially that huge fire. It was like Dr. Aguirre opened a door and pushed me to a scenario with only fire surrounding me. It was suffocating. It felt so real. I was there not as the child Dwight but the current me. It was scary but I knew it was helping.