Just Stolen...

The Memories

Authors note

Phillips her father that is important to get the storyline

I was woken up to the sound of axes and pix hitting stone. 

The painting was still fresh in my brain like it was burnt into my memory and nothing could remove it. 

The girls faces stared into my soul, asking me to discover more about them and the secrets they hid. 

My past had always seemed vague. 

It was never really spoken of. 

All I knew is my Mother's sister just disappeared without a trace, vanished at least that is what I was think happened. 

What I do remember is little. 

There is this main moment in my childhood that made me think deeper about what was kept from me; 

It was dark and cold night. 

I couldn't seem to fall asleep I was going to ask mother to sing to me because that always made it easier to fall asleep. So I removed the blankets that were keeping me warm and left my bedroom leaving the door swing behind me. 

I stopped walking along the lively carpeted floor that led to my parents bedroom when I over heard Mother sobbing and mumbling "She's gone and she was so innocent why Phillip why her why Kayleigh. 

Kayleigh this was a new name who was this Kayleigh that Mother cared for so deeply. 

Soon my thoughts were interrupted by the warm embrace of my Father "Come on Niamh let's go back to bed" 

he said in a hushed tone. 

Softly he took my hand and led me back down the hall into my room. 

He pulled back the blankets I laid down and he pulled the blankets back up. 

He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek then left. 

I snuggled into my pillow and fell into a peaceful sleep. 

When the light of day seeped through my window and my eyes fluttered open the memories of last night gushed back into my mind I remember the sobbing and the words of grief being mumbled by my mother. I remember all the questions I wanted to ask. 

Deciding I had thought enough I slowly got out of my yellow tinted sheets, left my room then descended down the iron railed stairs. 

At the bottom of the stairs I could see Mother and Father sitting at the round wooden table in the little cozy old fashioned living room, talking to each other in hushed tones. 

The green velvet drapes were complementing the old leather couches as usual.  

When Mother and Father sensed my presence they stopped talking and gave me a warm but sad smile. I smiled back then walked to the kitchen to be served breakfast.The day continued on and my parents acted as if everything was fine and normal but Mothers bloodshot eyes were telling a different truth. The questions I had to ask were never asked let alone answered so they found themselves a home at the back of my mind to just hide away till they were later re-thought up. 

As a child the more important things that filled the spot at the front of my brain, were thoughts along the lines of toys and meals, so I probably didn't miss the hidden questions and memories. I now think of what may have been and still is kept from me. 

Now I am reminded of these thoughts and feelings and all I ask is why now why would the girls in the paintings trigger the thoughts and memories of my own past. 

Was it the girl in the crimson dresses similar features to my mothers or the girl in the backgrounds scared eyes but smiling lips showing how you can fake a life off happiness and live a life of hell. 

 

A tapping on my shoulder snapped me out of my thoughts.

Authors note

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