THE LOST MEMORY

CHAPTER 8

She left the room. She turned from Brigestone road to get back to her office. There she saw Katy standing in the driveway as promised. She gestured the place to park. Then they walked in. Carla saw the blissful glimpses at her that forced her to smile back. In her room,she sat on an Antique chair and rested her arms on the hands of the gigantic mahogany arm chair. She felt much cozier. Carla shared with Katy every single word that Justin uttered.

"Stress or if they aid people in working through traumatic events",katy repeated.

"Don't you think that the fact that you are working with criminal cases is the cause of your constant dream?"

"I have no idea Katy. But this is my job. I've been working here for years and I'm not scared of this"

"The problem here is the phone calls which means some people are involved but what is the dream",added Katy.

"You are right. If things get worser,I might try hypnosis. Lets see what Justin confess about this".

Later Katy left. Carla drifted back to second floor where the body's were still for cuttings and choppings. She went near Annah,a twenty-four year old girl who was adopted by her Aunt and Uncle and studied in Stanford University. She left University two years ago and joined CIPA after her 'MBChB' degree. Annah was a fair,sweet-tempered girl with red curls over her head and hazel eyes which are imposing.

"How are you Annah? Is everything alright?",asked carla.

"Yes Madame. Madame see,'she pointed her finger at the body that was lying back side up with his body cut open from his neck to lumbar vertebrae',this cancer tumour has spreaded everywhere like a smoke that buries lives",she suggested.

"Poor man",she said sympathetically.

It was quater to three when she drove towards her house. Her pupils constricted to the smallest possible size,eyes squinted when the blazing sun confronted her drive. Perspiration started from her forehead and neck. At three past fifteen,she came home. The green grass had turned pale yellow;flowers bobbed to a side;sun flanked the whole path of plants.

When she went in she dreamt of the night. She was aware of closing her eyes and giving the space for the night to wake her up in the same agony of fear and sorrow. Carla went upstairs and refreshed herself. But something in the corridor made her stop and think. She turned;the place which was so invisible to her all of these years has now showed off;the place which she never looked at has now aroused the intrest to make a visit. "The room of her dead Parents". Flashes of memories drained fostered her mind. Her eyes met the strong gaze of the door that intrigued her to enter.

She placed her hand on the knob and opened it;her heart beated faster and her blood circulated at the speed of light. The door hardly opened with a rusty,screeching sound. The room was still, things were just as she left it nine years ago except the oldening of some objects. The carpets were worn and  stained of colour;the pillows were shrunken to the mattress and she could still remember the way her parents shared the bed with her. Cobwebs had draped each corner of the milky white wall,a reminiscent of the good old days. She sensed the fatigue that was engraved in the cupboards,curtains and doors. Everything missed their laughter,their tears and their arguments after that day:The day of the car crash, Carla thought. It was so hard for her to bring back the memory of that night. She couldn't remember where it happened,how it happened or what exactly happened. She never knew the truth. From that day everything was closed behind this door. The truth was in thhis room between these four walls,she thought. Carla was retrieved when her phone rang. It was Dave.