What Could We Have Been? Final Part
[The translation might be wrong as I had to use google translate]
When you were told that you had to look after you brother on holiday because your father would be busy writing his book and your mother was still busy in America, you were relatively excited. You expected to be going to Tenerife or maybe the lovely French countryside, not the gloomy island of Cairnholm. You knew why you were here, but that just made it worse.
When your grandfather Abe died, it had hit both you and Jake incredibly hard. He and Jake were close, everyone knew this. But so were he and you. You and your grandfather were as thick as thieves, he would read to you when you were younger, way before Jake was born of course. He would talk about these extraordinary people and the amazing things that they could do. He would tuck you into bed and bring out his tin of pictures and the story would begin.
"Once upon a time, there was a boy Abe. That was me. And he in a children's home on a near Wales." He would begin with a smile on his face. He continued on and said "Where the sun day. It was a home for children. Like Bronwyn...and Victor." His expression always went sad when mentioning Victor, he said they were best friends. You just assumed he missed him. "They were both as as ten men." He would say whilst showing a picture of a young girl on holding a boulder in her left hand and sitting on top of the shoulders of an older teenage boy. "And Hugh. Hugh had bees him. And Emma, she float. She was than air. She had to wear made of lead to keep her from away." He would describe happily whilst showing a picture of Emma holding her boots in one hand whilst slightly floating off the ground. "And, The Headmistress, Miss Peregrine...was very clever and she her pipe. And, she could turn into a bird." He said whilst showing you a photo with the silhouette of Miss Peregrine with her pipe.
"Where is she now?" You would ask with your childlike curiosity.
"She's on the Island, I believe. My mama and papa sent me there to live with the children." Your grandfather would explain to you.
"Now, Wojownik, time for sleep."
Wojownik means warrior in Polish, which was ironic because you'd always preferred to stay away from conflict. The memories of your grandfather telling you those stories were some of your favourite memories.
He taught you all you needed to know about loops and peculiars and he even informed you of his theories on Jake's peculiarity as well, but he forbid you from telling him.
He told you that there was a high chance you were peculiar too. And, after a while you figured out that you could remember your "past life" as your grandpa would like to say. You first thought that it was just weird dreams, or a weird déjà vu type thing, but then you realised it wasn't. You could remember everything you did or everything that happened in your last life. Even the people in it: their names, peculiarities and what they looked like. As well as this, after an extensive amount of research, you and your grandpa managed to figure out that you also looked exactly like you did in your previous life, which was incredibly creepy. And, after a while, you managed to remember more and more, until you could remember it all. And, you had come to the conclusion that your past life, was incredibly depressing.
Once you had turned 20, your grandfather even explained to you about hollows and wights as well as Miss Peregrine and her wards. He trusted you a lot. Even after you moved out of your parent's house it was a common occurrence for you to be found at Abe's house drinking tea and talking, with Tchaikovsky playing in the background, your joint favourite was "No. 14 Pas De Deux". Abe had a special place in your heart, he was the only one who understood you. You loved your parents, but they didn't quite get you as well as Abe did. They didn't understand your humour or your wit, unlike Abe. So, when he died, it was like your best friend had died.
