Reminiscent

Chapter Four

"I can't believe this" I hear Caroline's muffled voice, "I had one god damn job, to get her to my apartment"

"Halia, can you hear me?" I feel Chace's face a few inches away from mine, his hands on my cheeks.

"I'm calling Daniel!" Caroline cries.

I open my heavy eyes to find Chace on his knees in front of me.

"She's coming to" Chace smiles, "hey, hellbound"

"Why the fuck do you keep calling me that!"

"You used to love it"

"I fucking hate it, I've always fucking hated it!" I screamed at Chace.

"Hi," I lower my voice, looking into his hazel eyes.

Chace smiles, pulling me up from the floor. The overwhelming scent of his aftershave, filling my nostrils, giving me a hit of dopamine.

"Thank God," Caroline sighs in relief, "are you okay?"

"What happened?" I squint at Caroline and Chace, attempting to focus my eyes on the two figures.

"You fainted," Chace tells me.

I look at Chace, really look at him. If I close my eyes, I can see him. He's in all my memories, playing some kind of role in my life.

"Who are you to me?" I ask him, "how do we know each other?"

Chace sighs, scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm your—" he starts.

"Don't say it" Caroline squeezes her eyes shuts.

"And why not?" Chace retorts, "tell me Care, why the hell not?"

"Daniel says she's better off not knowing" she answers simply.

I roll my eyes. Why does my doctor get to decide what I can and can't know about my damn life?

"Caroline, I want to know what's going on?" I tell her, "I don't care what the doctors say, I deserve to know!"

Caroline sighs, "We can't tell you, Halia"

"Why not? What's so bad! When my mum left! I wanted to..." I trail off when I hear what I said. Looking deeply into my sister's eyes I ask "Mum left?"

She left not long after marrying Hank. She didn't say goodbye. She just packed her bags and jumped on the first flight that went god knows where — and we haven't heard from her since.

"She's remembering everything anyway" Chace rolls his eyes, "why can't she know who the fuck I am?"

"Caroline Just take me home" I beg, "My home where I live now!"

"I can't do that" she admits almost under her breath.

"And why not?" I fold my arms.

"Because you can't go home with—" Caroline cries but stops herself from revealing too much.

"Fuck you" Chace spat at Caroline as storming away from us. "Fuck Daniel, fuck this whole damn world, I'm done playing this fucking game, I'm through" he screams from a distant.

"Chace, Don't be stupid!" Caroline calls before burying her head into her hands.

"Leave me alone" I begged, pushing him away. "I said don't fucking touch me!" I cried My heartbeat in sync with the sound of my shaking voice.

"Stop it!" I look over to Caroline, "if you don't take me home right this second then I'm gonna catch a cab to dads!"

Her eyes widen in fear which confuses me. For some reason, she doesn't want me going anywhere near my parents' house. As a result, we arrive at an apartment building within ten minutes.

When Caroline opens the door with what I assume is my apartment key, I wander around at a slow paste so I can examine my surroundings thoroughly. Parts of the home I recognise from flashbacks, some were slightly familiar and others I didn't recognize at all. Caroline walks through my apartment with me, she moves quickly into each room while I stop to examine every small detail.

I entered my bathroom where I remember throwing up at the toilet, the long hot showers I would have each night before breaking down afterwards. Why was I so sad? It's like I don't recognise the Halia of this time.

I walk through the living room slowly where I remember watching tv till late at night with a hot cup of coffee in my hands, waiting for someone to get home. I remember feeling anxious and lonely.

My bedroom told a different kind of story. I laid there on my side avoiding the man who was sleeping next to me, a million thoughts racing through my head and tears running down my cheeks. I remember going to bed angry and frustrated most nights - which makes me wonder why.

I sit on my bed, looking up at my pale reflection in the mirror. That's when my head begins to throb and something else comes back to me.

Screeching cars and Horns beeping.

A man who held me while calling an ambulance. That same man begging me to stay awake before my eyes slowly shutting. I recognised the man well, it was Doctor Daniel from the hospital.

I was hit by a speeding car on a street in Boston but what happened? I find It odd that I would cross a busy street while traffic was moving at such a high speed. The people around me don't want me to remember the last six years. Perhaps they're trying to prevent me from remembering whatever event obviously caused me so pain.

I find Caroline in what looks to be a study where she looks down at a picture frame.

"Care, I'm ready to go to your place now" I admit.

She places the frame flatly on desk before nodding slowly. With that, I follow her out of my apartment, with more questions then I have answers.