Miracle

(23) Everything

Can't be on here long, because I have to get shit done. But, here is a chapter that I wrote yesterday! I hope you enjoy! Byee

~Gracey

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I now hate being home alone. It scares me.

I've been home for about a week now and I'm still timid. I wake up every morning to the sound of Aaron snoring but that only makes me laugh. He went back to school 3 days ago, and my aunt checks in once a day to make sure I took all my meds and I got everything I need.

I am getting my ability to walk around by myself back. It's nice so I don't need someone's help to set me down on the toilet so I can pee.

I slowly moved from the couch to the kitchen to grab myself something to snack on since I need whatever strength I can get.

The house looked amazing, the pictures and how clean and redone its looks are just outstanding.

I opened the fridge door and grabbed the first thing I saw, which was some pepperoni.

Checking the time I sat back down on the couch and propped my feet up. I only had an hour left until Aaron would be home.

Clicking through the channels weren't really doing anything anymore. I am bored and I need something to do.

I looked around the room in search of something good for me to do. I noticed some clothes in the basket beside the couch. I scooted myself onto the love seat and moved the coffee table so that I could fold these clothes.

I didn't recognize any of the clothes meaning they must be Aaron's. It was funny folding his underwear. Here he is living with me and sleeping in the same bed but neither of us had seen each other in our almost nudity.

I've slowly remembered little things. Like, the sound of his laughter was something I definitely remember. Oh, and that gorgeous smile.

I also remember his grandma and her ice-cream shop. I remembered that I lied to him about Ayden. But, everything else is a blank.

Everyday it seems I learn something new and it makes me a little happier to know that I am getting some memory back.

I continued to fold the clothes until Aaron walked through the door with another bag from his house.

"What are you doing?" He asked setting the bag down behind the couch.

"Folding what looks like your clothes" I replied.

He shook his head and jumped over the couch, "You don't have to do anything. That's what we are all here for" he sighed.

I threw one of the shirts down, "I can't just sit around Aaron. I need something to do!"

I didn't mean to snap. I'm just so use to doing everything by myself. I just don't like other people doing it for me.

He stood up from where he was sitting and sat down beside me. He placed one of his hands on my back and rubbed it in little circles.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm just meaning you need to watch how much you do because you don't wanna hurt yourself. I don't want to be pushy, I swear" he leaned in and kissed my cheek making goosebumps run down my spine.

I rested my head on his shoulder and he continued to rub my back, "I feel so useless"

At this point I was crying. I was emotional because I can no longer do anything. This is my family, not Aaron's. He shouldn't have to take care of them.

"You want to know something about me?" He asked sweetly.

I sniffed a little before answering, "yeah"

"I had a twin sister. Her name was Andria. She was killed, it was practically the same situation as you were in." He took in a deep breath before she began again.

"I walked in one day after school. She didn't go to school because she wasn't feeling well. I walked in the front door and I heard muffling coming from her bedroom. I thought maybe she was talking in her sleep like she normally would. I was going to go in her room and video her because she never believed me that she did talk in her sleep. So, I tiptoed towards her room and opened the door. I was completely shocked buy what I saw. She was in the process of being raped and I walked in on it. Her mouth had duck tape on it and that's what I heard of her muffling. I instantly jumped out he guy knocking him off. He was surprisingly stronger than me so he pushed me off and stood up grabbing a gun from in his bag. He pointed the gun at me and was about to pull the trigger, but Andria jumped in front of me and took the bullet."

When I looked up at him, his eyes were watering. You could tell this was a hard story for him to tell. I was completely shocked that this was basically the second time for something like this to happen to him. Not only did his mom die but his sister killed herself for him.

"I killed the guy. He dropped the gun because he realized what he did. I tackled him and never let up until he was dead. I don't regret it, just like I don't regret killing the guy that was just about to do the same thing to Kinsey. When I saw Kinsey just lying there, I pictured it as Andria. Then when I heard the gun fire, I still didn't let up because I wanted him dead. But, when I noticed he was finally dead I realized that wasn't my imagination. That, the gun had actually went off and you had gotten hit. Everything was just flowing through my head from 3 years ago."

I stared at this boy who I barely remember and everything flowed back at once. All the memories and stories he had told me. I remember everything about this boy now. Everything.

I gripped his shoulder as I got a sharp headache that must had been from the memory's that flowed back all at once.

"I remember"

"What?" He instantly went from being upset to beyond happy.

"I remember! I remember you!" I screamed gripping his face and kissing his hard. I kissed him like I haven't kissed him in almost a month. Which was true. It felt so good to finally remember everything that he has done for me. To remember how happy he did make me.

He pulled away and ran his fingers through my hair, "you remember"

I pulled him back in and kissed him twice more, "I remember"

He threw his head back, "you remember!"

He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me, "I'm sorry but I have to tell you. I love you. Its crazy but it's true, I love you"

I moved so that I could look directly in his eyes. I knew it wasn't crazy, well, I mean it is crazy. But, I just knew he was the one.

"It not crazy at all. Because, frankly I feel few same exact thing. I love you too. It's a lot to handle at once, but I care so much about you that it scares me."

"I'm glad the feeling is mutual"