Tiffany's POV:
As we walked down the hallway towards the elevator I was bursting with question. But I didn't make a peep. It seemed wrong and there wasn't words to describe what I thought- what I wished to think or how to phrase it.
I guess my mom sensed something was up because in the elevator she had began to explain things a little. Her name, my fathers and my sister Eden.
After that she fell silent, the whole trip home was quiet and awkward. Slightly torturing too. All I wanted to do was ask questions, but it seemed rude, unkind and disrespectful.
I still don't know why it was like that, why I felt that way. But I sat in silence, waiting to get home. I wanted to see where I lived. It felt like years before we got home, I was welcomed by a cat. When I leaned down to see what the tag said I smiled, I remembered. Her name was Buttercup. She was a young brilliantly colored Calico.
I scooped her into my arms and she snuggled up close to me. I breathed in her fur and memories flooded back. I remembered long nights I spent alone in my bed while my parents talked about the taxes or whatever grow ups talked about.
I smiled and looked around the house briefly. With each step memories would come back it seemed. The living room used to be a pale brown which was now a pale yellow which was "To brighten it up and make it smile" as my mother had told me. The couch was pushed against one wall with our small television just across it.
The dining room next to the living room was a light brownish color. There were a few potted plants and a long table with a decorative table cloth. On top was a vase with fake flowers and against the wall was a china cabinet filled with fine china for special occasions. I remember when we had our neighbors over and I was forced to eat at a smaller table with the kids because I wasn't big enough to eat with the adults.
That was a upsetting night for me. I giggled silently at the thought of my younger self pouting and being all grumpy because I wasn't a big girl yet.
The next place was a vibrant red, must of been recently re-painted; but my mother and I shared fond memories baking and cooking together. I remember struggling to stir the batter for the cake or trying to pour the orange juice in a cup for my dad when he was reading the newspaper early in the morning.
Once I finally had started having memories I ran up the stairs knowing my parents were grinning when they saw me brimming with excitement to be home. I finally figured out they were worried I wouldn't remember- at least I thought that was why.
I went 3 doors down the hall, the first one was the office on the left, then my sisters room on the right, mine was the 2 door on the left. And at the very end of the hall was my parents room. We had one closet in upstairs we used for towels which was beside my sisters room.
We all had private bathrooms just because of the model of the house- which I've been told is very fortunate.
The downstairs had one bathroom opposite the living room and upstairs there were three bathrooms. The master bath, my sisters and then mine. The house was small on the outside but held many large possibilities on the inside.
My room was all white with a light mint green accent wall. My bed was pressed in one corner of the room with the plush head board against one wall and one side against another wall, I had white bed sheets since we weren't allowed patterned at the time- they were more expensive. I had a desk in the corner with, what I like to call, a bubble chair. I had a little chair that hung from my ceiling next to my book shelf next to my desk, and finally my dresser against the wall by my closet.
My closet door was still open showing my clothes, I then realized I that more than half of it was very small and child like which meant I must've been gone a long while- or I just never cleaned it out. So once I finally had worked my way around the room and check to make sure all of my stuff was in check I walked downstairs and asked my mom if we could clean out my closet and spend the money the hospital gave us on new clothes the way they had advised.
The told us to buy new clothes because the old ones could trigger memories that they might've missed or couldn't erase without damaging a major part of me. Most memories like that we either blocked by technology or weren't bad so they let me have them.
My mom agreed.
"Tomorrow me and you will go through all of your stuff and sell it back to the city." She said with a smile. I saw no fear just happiness.
"Thanks mom!" I said happily before bounding up the stairs.
Once passing my sisters room I heard her talking to someone so I knocked and then stuck my head in.
She was on a her phone calling someone, she smiled and mouthed "Go away, I'll come in a bit."
I nodded and went to my room where I found a guitar case, violin case, and a few art supplies under my bed when I was searching for things to do.
I pulled out my sketch book and flipped through the pages, all of them were empty which probably meant torn out or new book.
Didn't matter- I had something to occupy myself with. I started sketching things that came to mind. A tree at first so I could get the feel of it back. Then I moved on to an eyeball.
Once I started remembering how to draw again I looked up some picture on my laptop, started to sketch them. They slowly developed but I could tell I used to be pretty good- but these were just practices.
I couldn't wait till Eden could come in and tell me a few things about myself. My mom had told her in the car ride here to help me out today, so I waited for her to finish up her call.
I finally felt like maybe things good start looking up.
I was gonna remember myself, my family was gonna be readjusting with me, I'd find my friends and new ones, sure I knew things weren't going to be the same but I was still excited.
I knew it wasn't going to last long either but that's okay. I was fine with that.
And that's exactly right- that first night was the best thing since I woke up. And I felt like it was only going up from here till school.
_______________________________
Hey guys. I hope you enjoy. I made it a little longer than usual because I've realized how short they really are. Sorry for that 😉
I hope to come out with more chapters soon so keep an eye out for them.
Love you all
-Livi
