Another cab drops each of us at our homes, and my house is the first one. "Thanks for the sandals," I say to Momo as I exit. "Your welcome." She replies.
I go inside my house, and immediately run the heels of my slightly wet shoes under water. The mud washes right out, which I'm glad for. My brother walks up behind me. "Did you have fun?" he asks. "It was fine," I reply. "Any new memories?"
"...A sad one."
"go on."
"I was spraypainting 'I'm sorry, it's all my fault'"
"you never could forget that."
"forget what?"
he pats my head. "Anything else happen?" I'm about to say no, that nothing happened, but then I remember the certificates. "I won $1500 at milo's fashion." I say, and show him the certificates. he points to the other one. "there was no winner last year, so I got last year's prize as well." I explain. "ahh..." he says. I put the now clean heels in my room and begin to explore the house.
I come into a music room. there's three guitars, a piano, and a giany shelf of what looks like sheet music. the floors are a soft carpet, and the walls are cream. I lazily leaf through a book with my name on it. "Did I really play this music?" I wonder. it's complicated, but I can easily understand it. "maybe I should try..." I pick up a plain accoustic guitar and begin to read the music.
just like my locker combo, my fingers move on their own. My voice soon joins the chorus. "It's beautiful." I comment after the song is finished. I hear footsteps and quickly put the instrument back. "No need to hide it." says my mom. "It's your guitar, so its fine to play." I relax my tense shoulders. "How long have I played?" I ask. "Since you turned 4, but really, 3, because on your fourth birthday you already knew how to play. "oh," I put the music back on the shelf.
When she leaves, I lay my entire length on the couch. so comfy, I could lay here forever. the warmth quickly puts me to sleep. I begin to dream.
I'm about a year younger than now, heading out to play with a friend. I pass the calendar; it says May 23rd. everything after is a blur. a cellphone in the street, the scream of a little girl, my tears and guilt, and a car crash. I wake up a moment later.
The dream lingers in the back of my mind like a memory. is that why I was goth, or emo, or whatever? pondering this, I explore the rest of the house. I never forget that dream. Was it even a dream?
Author's note:
lol, my mobile device with wattpad would NOT learn that I already published this chap, so it decided to forget it. I HAD TO WRITE THE WHOLE THING AGAIN!!!!!!!! but all is well. its written better, I might add.
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Dodgeball amnesia
Novela JuvenilA girl named Kat is hit in the head with a dodgeball. She wakes up in the nurses office, thinking, "who am I? And why am I wearing such dark clothes?"
