Forgotten Past

Part 2

Three months later

I woke up again with the same dream, me running around a dark forest, I mean it has to be a forest right? There were so many trees there. It's been three whole months since I woke up in the hospital.

Dad says it's mostly because I am scared that I lost my memory and it's leading my brain to make up stories. I hope that's all it is. I really don't want that to be a reality. My life is finally starting to become normal again even though I still can't remember anything from my past. Dad says it's going to be alright and sooner or later my memory will come back. Just don't have to think too much about it.

I sat up in my bed and looked around. Yup, I'm safe and right in my own room. Light pale blue walls surrounding me. There was a little sunlight hitting my room through my balcony window, meaning it's morning already. I lied back and relaxed myself again. Morning doesn't mean I have school or anything. Dad says I graduated just last year and was taking a gap year. Meaning I get to enjoy myself all I want. It's too bad that I don't remember anything from school, not that I need to.

My dad is George West. He has his own company, but he doesn't like to get out much except when he really needs to. Our house, well more like a castle, where I'm the princess (That's what my dad calls me) is outside the city. It takes us 30 minutes to get to the city. There is a lot of space here and a lot to do. So I don't really get bored at all. But dad doesn't really let me go anywhere alone and mostly I am stuck inside the house. Maybe it's because he's scared of losing me, like he lost mom. I can't remember her at all too.

He says 'my mom' died just two years ago in a terrible car accident when her car collided with another car. The driver of the other car was drunk driving. Usually, my mom's driver drove her to work and back every morning but that day he was sick so my mom decided to drive herself back from work. I guess when something bad is going to happen, it makes its own way. If the driver was with her that night, maybe she wouldn't have died.

For some reason, that's all my dad told me. I walk down the stairs, passing by all our family pictures on the sides.

Anyways, I decide to pull myself out of the blanket and go wash up. The cool water is just what is needed in this hot summer day.

I am guessing that I never liked summer because I really hate it nowadays. Speaking of summer, I wanted to know my birthday month just to make sure it wasn't in summer. Luckily, Dad said I was a November born which is cool with me since the temperature is pretty nice at that time.

After washing up, I went down to the kitchen where my dad is always reading the morning newspaper. As I walked down the stairs, I noticed that I couldn't smell anything. That's pretty strange cuz my dad always makes pancakes every Monday morning. He said I always wanted to start my week with something sweet.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw that the kitchen was empty and there were pancakes for me on the table like always. 'Wonder where my dad is' asked my brain.

I decided to check out his room. The door was wide open with no one inside. Maybe he had to go out for something. But then again, he would have told me about it earlier or even left a note. After no such luck finding my dad, I went downstairs to make myself some pancakes.

Just when I was able to take my first bite, I heard the front door open and foot steps entering. Then silence..... after awhile of hearing nothing. I decided it's best I go check. Although my sudden braveness was good and all, I took the biggest fork I could find. Unfortunately, they were all the same size.

Taking very small footsteps in order not to make too much noise, I got out of the kitchen. The whole time I was wondering how lucky I am that whoever broke in or came in through the front door (since we hardly ever lock it, because we live in a place not many people go to) didn't come at night or this would have been hella freaking.

Just when I got near the front door, someone put their hand on my shoulder. I screamed as loud as possible and turned around and stabbed the intruder. It took me awhile to realise who the intruder was. Dad! Oh god, I saw the blood coming out of his arm. Well that's a fork we won't be using ever again.

"Geez Princess, are you trying to kill me?" He said as he pulled the fork out.

"In my defence, I thought you were some kind of intruder." Now that I think about it, I am pretty strong since the fork left a deep cut. "Sorry Dad, let me go get the first aid box" without hearing my dad out, I ran to the kitchen.

My dad was now sitting on the couch.

As I touched that wound, the weirdest thing happened. The blood stopped all of a sudden. With shocked face, I looked at my dad hoping to see the same face but instead he gave me a scared face. Not the kind when you see a ghost, but the kind when your darkest secret is out.

Suddenly, I got pushed.

"I told you not to touch it" my dad screamed. This was the first time in three months that I heard my dad yell at me.

" I was just trying to...." but he didn't let me finish.

"No just go upstairs and don't come out of your room until I say so" he yelled again while pointing upstairs to my bedroom.

I was really mad. I know it was my fault that I attacked him with a fork but he didn't have to yell at me like that. I quickly got up and ran upstairs.

Well that's a bad start for the week. I didn't even get to eat any breakfast.

I ran to my bedroom down and locked it. I sat down on my bed and starting using my phone to watch movies since I had forgotten to charge my laptop last night. But my mind kept going back to the incident in the living room. Seeing all the blood coming out of my dad's arm, my sudden instinct was to touch that blood. As soon as I touched it, it stopped. That kept on running through my mind which was now hurting badly.

I decided I should just lay down for a while. But I didn't notice when I fell asleep.
*****
"Mommy, mommy.... " I heard someone cry. Then suddenly a woman which brown hair walks out wiping her hands with her apron.

"What's wrong, honey?" Her voice so smooth, making me feel safe.

"I fell down and got hurt on my knee" said the little girl who was now clearly seen. She had light brown hair, a little different from her mother. But the same brown eyes.

" Oh, is that all? " the woman said jokingly. That can be fixed in no time. She took her hands and put it near the little girl's knee. 'What is she doing?' My mind thought

As she touched the girl's knee, something magical happened. The wound healed up. The girl looked at her mother like it was nothing new.

"Thank you mommy. One day, I want to grow up just like you and become a " before she could finish her sentence, A door flew up.

"Mia" a voice said

"Mia dear get up" my dream started to shake and all of a sudden the room became very bright.

I opened my eyes to see my dad sitting on the edge of my bed. He woke me up before I could figure out the dream. It seemed so real. The girl she looked like someone I knew.

But who exactly and who was the woman? And how did she completely heal the wound? If only dad hadn't woken me up.