book of memories - wip

five

Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, weeks into months and still no word about Raine. What were they trying to hide, and why was it so important? Other than that, things kept up well and I got a bit closer with Erin. He was honestly an extremely sweet person, and we had a lot of similar interests. On the first day of each week, we all went to the theater in the afternoon.

We usually stopped to get a snack before then, but today was a bit slower. It was also very foggy outside, which didn't help with my anxiety. When I was younger, my parents had a habit of putting me down when I would make a simple mistake. This took a toll on my mental health, as I had no understanding of what they were telling me. Although I was confused, an old friend cleared things up for me. I recall her name being Amari. She had always looked out for me when I was down.

One of the most vivid memories I have of her is when I had just fallen off of my playscape, and I asked for some help. Some other children came and just stood there laughing at me, which I didn't understand until she came around. She was a beautiful girl with braided hair down to her neck and a mixture of skin coloring, and she had honey colored eyes. Despite her enchanting outward appearance, she was nicer than almost anyone I had ever laid eyes on. Not to say she looked aggressive or naive, because she wasn't at all! She was an amazing person and I wished I had listened to her sooner.

Once I was around ten years of age, I lost communication with her due to my parents moving us away from that town. It was especially difficult for me to say goodbye because it was the town I grew up in. Further, she was my first real friend. We spent hours on end together and never said anything crude to one another or even kept secrets, we told each other everything that was happening in our lives. Thinking about what she had told me about my parents' treatment towards me created a guilt within me that I couldn't shake away. She warned me for years on end and I never listened until it was too late. The night of the argument was actually I broke free of the shame for once in my life and I took action. The entire argument was triggered by me revealing my true opinion on the matter. 

That night we were at supper, and I had lost my appetite. I stood up in front of my mother, father, and younger sister. My sister, Emily, was not aware of the following occurrences. She had fallen asleep at the table and was sent out before I even said a word. After she left I broke out in a tremendous outrage of fear and sadness towards my parents. I resented them more than ever before, they had abused me without me realizing it. Every night my mother would come into my room and shove candles under my pillow. At first I wasn't bothered by it, because I would put them out immediately. She never got a chance to light them after I fell asleep, but I had the feeling that's what she was going to do. That evening, I laid down as if going to sleep, but once she came into the room and saw I was awake she recited those last few words. They always reminded me of her absurd behavior. I wanted her out of my mind, but she stayed there anyways. It was horrible.

Back to the point, I had been blamed for the weather outside, my parents said. I was the reason it was foggy or cloudy. If I had been better they said, it would be nice outside. However, I was never nice. I never had the right attitude towards them. I caused all of the problems at the house, and my sister was the holy gift of the family. They all worshiped her, even though I was older.

Once the theater performance actually started, I had to unwind Olive's blindfold so he could at least see the different colors in the costumes. That was all he was able to see, of course. He enjoyed all types of drama and media. He especially loved reading! He was able to read, while being blind. It was a statement I never thought I would come across. At the performance, I saw what looked to be a group of people with bandages wrapped around their bodies. Perhaps they had all come from a fight? They were injured from head to toe, and I suppose they just wanted some peace. At that moment, I recognized someone in the crowd, it was Amari! I never thought I'd see her again. I told Olive about the situation and he let me visit her. I was eccentric to see her again, the only problem was, what if she didn't recognize me? What if I changed too much and she was oblivious to who I was? I didn't want her to shun me, but I also wanted to be with my childhood friend again. No matter, I approached her quietly, not to disturb others, and I gently tapped her shoulder. At first she seemed a bit confused. I cocked my head a bit and smiled. Once she figured out who I was, she exclaimed joyfully "Angel! You're back!" To my surprise, I was reunited with my first friend once more.