After two weeks of mum trying to patch up five and a half months of my life, I packed my things and moved into a flat with Kieran. Though the six month old girl he carried round on his hip was in fact his, we smoothed over it, and on my 18th birthday he proposed. I accepted with great pleasure as he slipped a 9ct gold ring, decorated with three tiny blue sapphires on to my finger. His mother wasn't too pleased, but then again neither was mine.
In the following weeks and months, snippets of images would fill my mind. I was never sure whether the were figments of my imagination or memories that were slowly coming back. For the most part, I ignored them. There was no reason to dwell on something I didn't know for certain. There was no reason to torture myself with a past I might never have had.
That was my mind sent for eight months.
The night before I was supposed to marry Kieran, I followed my usual nighttime routine; I showered, brushed my teeth, dried my hair and slipped on my favourite baby blue satin night dress. I curled up beside him, one leg over his, my head on his chest and one of his arms beneath my waist, like always. But that night changed my life all over again.
A thunderstorm raged on outside mum's bungalow and dad was on his way to watch the storm with me. I didn't wait for him, I left out the back door to search for eyes, yellow eyes, and I found them. The wolf the eyes belonged to rested on my knees as I knelt on the muddy ground.
Halloween and that same grey wolf stood at the end of a lead, but not for long. Not long before midnight the wolf turned into a man. The rest of that night seemed like a dream come true.
Two weeks into November I cried of pieces of paper that were goodbyes to my family.
Images flew by faster and faster until it stopped at one that was crystal clear.
The face I had seen when I woke up eight months ago was once again before me. Only this time his hands were slick with blood, his terrified face drenched in blood and tears, and his entire body shaking uncontrollably.
"Don't you dare leave me Lily! You can't leave me! Damn it, stay wish me!" His muddy brown eyes closed and he lowed himself and kissed my forehead. "I love you Lily."
I woke with a start and tore myself from Kieran's side and ran. I didn't know where I was running to but I didn't care. My feet were cut and bleeding and there was a stitch in my side but I kept going. Every image I had seen was true. It was my past and I had run from it, now I was running back, but my feet wouldn't take me fast enough.
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Back to the Trees
FantasyWith all most six months of her life missing from her memory, Lily has made decisions she wouldn't have made. When all those memories come flooding back in the brink of being married and stuck where everyone seems to loath the choices she's made, sh...