《UNDER EDITING》The Naga I Met In My Backyard (Naga England X Reader)

Nothing More Than A Memory

Your POV
Its been twelve years since the house fire. The night of the fire I remember waking up in a hospital, only remember the morning of that dreadful day and my past before that morning. But nothing from after the morning of that day up until that night. Dad, or Mr. Clark, has been trying to get me to remember everything between those different times but nothing has ever happened. He adopted me after that day, he has tried to help me through all the hard times. He had became a detective after the fire and he was determined to catch the people who caused the house fire. He said he knew who done it, then not even two years later after that incident he found the two people who did it. He's done everything to help me remember but I can't still. But there is one thing he's done for me, he's been a father to me. The few things he couldn't bring back were my memories, my Grandma Lorraine, and my older brother and sister. Yesterday was different though. Dad had gotten me up early and took me to where the old courthouse, which was replaced by a series of shops with multiple different stores, and took me out the eat. I remember him only being able to smile, he wouldn't talk at all. That day a small blue car with a man and a woman got out of the car beside us smiling at me. I had thought it was dad getting rid of me, but I was wrong. It was my older brother and sister. Once I realized it I jumped out of the car and nearly tackled them to the ground while hugging them both. They both asked the normal brother and sister questions, 'Do you have a boyfriend?', 'What grade are you in again?', or 'I know the feeling. You want some advice?' Again, the normal questions. After chatting for a while they had to leave, they both had work and needed to sleep. They then said their goodbyes and left. Today, though, is the same as any other day. I sat at the window in the living room, watching people walk in the streets and cars passing by. I could only sigh, sitting there bored out of my mind and only sitting by the window because of boredom.
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Clark's POV
I walked into the house to see y/n sitting at the front window staring out it. "Hey sweetie. Whatchya doing?" I asked, putting my stuff on the table. She then shrugged, "Just sitting here. I'm bored." She said blankly, still staring out the window. I patted her head and I looked out the window, "How about we go get something to eat?" I asked, she started thinking. She then nodded, as soon as she got up to get ready my phone rang. I picked up my phone and answered, "Hello, Detective Clark speaking," it was silent once I answered the phone. I paused waiting for a response, "Hello?" I said in a confused manner, finally a voice sprung to life, "Oh hello Detective Clark! This is Peirce Michelson, y/n's therapist," the familiar voice said, I then forced myself to keep a kind voice even though I hate the man. "Hello Mr. Michelson. Do you need to talk to y/n?" I asked, he almost instantly answered my question, "No. I actually need to talk to you about an important matter," he responded, I then heard paper being shuffled through as if Michelson was trying to look through a file. "You see, Mr. Clark, y/n is how old now? She is eighteen and let's see," there was a pause and then he continued, "She has no job. She is in schooling at, oh, North high High School. That an 'amazing' school. She is also said to be a musical prodigy? Impressive. Oh, and she's graduating this year. Am I not correct?" He finally shut up, but it wasn't for long. "You know I'm right. Anyway Mr. Clark, what are you going to do with y/n once she graduates? Can you answer me that?" I didn't even want to answer, I was too pissed off to answer. Finally anger got the best of me, "You know what, no I can't answer you that! Because it is none of your damn business what I do or what y/n does! Its my life. I have a life to live and I'm wasting my time talking to you. This phone call is over. Goodbye." I hung up the phone and shoved it in my pocket, y/n was laughing at what I said. "Go dad!" She said laughing, I could only smile. "Well, no one should insult my life if they don't what to be insulted." I said, she nodded and stood up. "Hey dad," y/n said, staring out the window, I looked at her. "Yes y/n?" I responded, she then look at me. "You've been working hard to get my memory back but, nothing has worked yet. I guess what I'm trying to say is I moved on from the fact of getting my memory." She said, looking down. I was shocked by her words, "The past is in the past, its nothing more than a memory." I nodded in agreement, "I understand."