Memories

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I woke up to a face, with sharp teeth, black hair tied up to a messy bun, long black nails, and sharp emerald eyes grinning at me. "How was your sleep?" she asked me mischievously. " I see you got the ring I gave to your grandmother."

I looked at her. RUTUS, she was in the poem, on the ring.

" Yes darling, that's right, I was in the poem."

Could she read my mind?

I looked at her horrified.

She looked as if she was in her 30's, it must've been long since she met my grandmother. Perhaps, she could help me find out the answer to the riddle. She backed away from my face. Her black feathered dress fluttered in my face. I sneezed-cough.

" I-I am Alexa G Regio." I told her nervously.

" O stop, I've known you since you were a baby." She definitely had a British accent. How did she know me? She said that as if she knew me for my whole life, well I guess she did.

" Were you stalking me or something?" I expected her to say no, but without hesitation she said " Sort of, actually yeah I have." I froze to that thought. She laughed, I forcingly grinned, acting like I didn't care, Even though I did.

" Oh." I muttered.

I had so much questions that had to be answered right now so I started with a not-so-little question; " The ring I have, how did this affect me?'' she looked at me with a sour look. '' Isn't it obvious, I've chosen you." she said, making it sound obvious. "Oh" I answered.

I was tired of saying oh. " Why did you choose me?" I asked furious. "Sweetheart, I chose you because you are more, let's say... you are more trustworthy." she answered, annoyed. Why was Rutus so mean?

She sighed, " I'm sorry for not being nicer in the beginning," she said, rolling her eyes. I looked her into her eyes and she looked back at mine, " Fine, I'm sorry for being so mean at first," this time she said it less rudely. " It's okay, I guess."

Then she began talking " One way to find out, or break the riddle is to go to someplace and lift a curse." she was finally helpful, " Is that it," I asked Impatiently. "No there's more." she said to me annoyed once more. " Who do I lift the curse from." She pretended to zip her mouth shut. " Well that's all I can tell you." her voice echoed in the black room I was in, the white wooden chair I was sitting on went farther.

It went farther and farther.

Until I woke up.

My eyes opened wide.

I was panting, still wondering if that was a dream or not.

I was soaking wet. Water dripped from my hair that reached up to my shoulder. Tears tumbling down from fear and confusion. Water going in my eye makes me blurry.

I ran home. In fact, I sprinted home.

I stumbled up the stairs before my mom could spot me, only making a phone call in the hallway of our house. Drip by Drip of water falling to the floor. And then, I finally made it back to my room, the only safe place right now.

" Alexa Gulia Regio, get yourself down here right now," mom shouted from downstairs

This was it, this was the last time I lived in this house. I quickly wiped my tears, I came home when my mom told me not to be too late, I nearly killed Grandpa Joe, (I probably did).

I ran down stairs with my phone in my pocket just in case, I left my rain jacket on too. Then I ran downstairs to my mom, " Where were you? I told you to come home early, you nearly scared me to death?" she told me with a shiver in the word death.

I didn't feel scared. I felt the pain I felt earlier, I know this sounds weird but I smelled worry, the worry was so strong that I could almost taste the worry.

I fell into my mom's arms and hugged her tight.

My mom sniffed " Come on, we have to get ready, later on, we're going to the hospital to go see G. Joe." She said it to me in a hurry. Then, she patted my back and went upstairs.

I didn't want to go; it was my stupid fault why Grandpa Joe was in the hospital.

My mom saw the miserable look on my face.

" What's wrong, looking a little pale over there." My mom said as she got off the last step.

" Well– it was m-my fault that- that –" I burst into tears.

" My child, come here to your mother." I fell into my mom's arms (again) and cried even harder.

" It's never your fault, everybody makes mistakes, well I remember when I ran over a cat when I just started driving at the age of 17." My mom said looking a little traumatized.

I laughed a little, " Mom, what did you do?"

She looked up then said, " Well, I made a funeral for it."

I hugged my mom tight.

Maybe it wasn't so bad after all, you know, having a mother who hugs you tight.

The warmth in my body got so warm I started to cry, not tears of sadness, but happiness.