Not an Option (Book1)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven:

 I forced my eyes open. I looked around blurry eyed I found myself in the infirmary. I recognized the place that I was held in before something that I had forgot happened.Yay the place I wanted to be most. I was now back at the place I want so desperately to leave.

 I sat up holding my head as the rush of blood back into my head made it hurt. I slowly closed my eyes as the minutes slipped on by. Then I remembered something important, the death of my brother and father. Maybe it was all a dream and none of that actually happened. Yes it probably was, there was no way all of that could be true.

 Francis entered the room making his way over to me “How are you?” he asked sitting down beside me on a stool studying my movements.

 “I just had the weirdest dream” I began to say to him, just about to explain but he already new what I was referring to.

 “Please don’t tell me that you think that you didn’t kill your father and brother because well I hate to be blunt about it but you did” he almost had a grin on his face but it wasn't there. It was weird but I knew he was suppressing one.

 “Oh” I closed my eyes once again lost in thought. Why is this happening to me?

 “I came to drop off the keys to your house. You'll know how to find it by the number on the key” Francis dropped the key on the bedside table then left the room in a hurry as if he was late to an event.

 I got up dull pain in my ribs but enough for me to bear. I threw on some clothes that were on the bedside table under the keys. I grabbed the silver keys with the number two hundred and fifty four engraved into it. The cold hit me as soon as I left the building. I shoved my hands in my pockets shivering.

 The lampposts on the sidewalks were lit up since it was night-time I looked around seeing all the pristine looking houses. Everyone seemed to be asleep as there was no lights that lit up any homes. The snow was beginning to melt as it was heading towards spring. I loved spring it always brought back the best memories of my mother

 I sat side by side with my mother on the park bench “What are we going to do today?” I asked her excitedly wondering what she had in mind. I could never think of anything as exciting as she does.

 “What if I said flower picking?” she asked an amused smile on her face as she saw my eyes light up just by the words she had spoke

 “I would say that I'm not a girl but I would do it anyway” I told her, she new I loved flower picking and laughed once I said that making me embarrassed.

 “Good lets go” she jumped off the park bench taking my hand in hers

 We started walk down the concrete path to where the wild flowers only grew in spring. There were so many different kinds of flowers that grew here and so little time to see them all. There were red, yellow, white, purple any kinds of colours you can think of they were there.

 “This is where I pick the red roses I give to you” she told me, I never knew were she had picked them before, she always told me it was a secret.

 “Wow there are so many” I looked up at her with a smile

 “Yes of course there are” she smiled "How do you think I get so many" she stated

 “I will pick you one everyday if you want. I'll get the one that matches you the most but you cant look” I told her

 “Okay” she covered her eyes still bearing a huge smile