Stolen Memories

11 ~ The promise

Violette

Present Day

Not having Cara at home was difficult to get used to since the night of the incident. Davina and I always look over at the empty seat when we eat breakfast, lunch and dinner.

And every now and there we peek into her room to see her bed unslept in and her items untouched.

Never in a million years would I have ever imagined that Cara would end up in the hospital after being hit by a car by fucking a psychopath and have  amnesia.

I keep replying the crash over and over again. Cara, Davina and I were running from the oncoming car coming towards us.

Davina and I made it safely onto the pathway. Whlie Cara was running on the main road laughing and joking.

And.

That's.

Where.

It.

Happened.

I wish I could go back to the old days when Davina, Cara and I pretended to be Girls Aloud and sing The Promise.

Dav and I are the only real family she's got. We've stuck together since we were kids and always will do.

Unlike her aunt and uncle whose always treated her like a pile of shit under thier shoes.

Oh boy I hate those wankers with a passion.

"Vo, Vo are you ok?" Davina's soothing voice chased me out of my looming thoughts and back into the real world.

I was sat beside her in the waiting room at Goldmans Hospital, patiently waiting to visit our fragile best friend.

I tightened my lips until they turned white then sighed the deepest sigh. "Yes Dav, I'm fine"

From the look on Davina's face it was evident that she knew more than I was letting on and she was corrected.

Slumping my shoulders out of boredom I replied, shaking my head. "Ok, Ok. I'm not fine"

Davina's curls aggressively bounced above her shoulders as her head tilted to the side.  "Do you care to elaborate?"

"I'm really worried about, Cara?" I admitted with a dishearted tone in my voice. "I keep thinking about the night of the crash like a broken record"

A warm smile tucked it's self onto Davina's lips before it quickly vanished.

"Me too" Her warm palm gripped mine in a tight embrace.

The thought of dread entered my mind as I gripped Davina's hand for dear life.

"What if ever we never get the old Cara back?"

Tears shed below my cheeks like a running waterfall ruining my mascara.

But I couldn't care less about some stupid piece of makeup right now.

I may be a maintenance person but I still have emotions at the end of the day.

"We have to stay positive, Vo" Davina reassured brushing off crumpets of food from her dark blue denim jacket.

"I know it's hard but we have to for Cara's sake"

Wiping the hot and fresh tears from my eyes I nodded. "You're right, Dav"

Thinking positive was the last thing I could do right now.

Regarding the circumstances.

"But it's so difficult. Cara has been through a lot of shit in her life even before the accident and now that's topped the list for anyone whose ever lived or living a tragic life"