Forgotten Past

Part 3

George

"Sorry Dad, let me go get the first aid box" she left without hearing me out. She ran to the kitchen where I always put the first aid box.

I wasn't going to let Mia touch the wound, not after what happened last time. After the accident, Mia's injuries disappeared very quickly. Mia didn't seem to notice at all.

Honestly I was the most shocked how she had survived such a great fall and also managed to stay alive in the water for 10 minutes while being unconscious because the doctors said that by the looks of her skin, she had been in the water for around 10-15 minutes.

I went to sit on the couch because thinking about these things always gives me a headache.

Mia came back and saw that I was sitting on the couch.

As she touched that wound to see how deep it was, the weirdest thing happened. The blood stopped all of a sudden. With shocked face, She looked at me. I wasn't shocked at all, but I was scared. Not the kind when you see a ghost, but the kind when one of your worst imagined nightmares had come true.

Suddenly, I have no idea why but I pushed Mia away.

"I told you not to touch it" I screamed. I have no idea why I screamed, but this was the first time in three months that I yelled at Mia.

" I was just trying to...." she said with a small voice but I didn't let her finish.

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

She turned around confused and quickly ran upstairs. I stayed still trying to remember everything that just happened.

She just touched my wound and the blood stopped. I looked back at my wound and it was still swollen red but no blood. It looked I had gotten hurt a few hours ago.

My daughter has never been able to do that, ever

My head was killing me right now. Two years ago, when my wife died, I couldn't do anything anymore. I felt empty and I lost everything. My daughter was the only one who helped me out. Reminding me how much my wife hated lazy people and how she would have hated me being like this.

She would manage everything at her age. She would call all my business managers to see if the work was done and she would manage the house as well while I stayed in my room crying my eyes out the day.

I knew she was broken too. She kept using work as an excuse to not remember anything. She cried at night, I knew that because that was the only time I went out of my room. She cried quietly in her room.

After awhile, I regained myself . I couldn't be selfish anymore. It wasn't fair for me to do this to Mia.

I don't know what but something changed in Mia in the last two months before her accident. She kept quiet and rarely smiled. She stayed in her room. I was really worried. I didn't want to see her like that.
Sometimes she cried at night, but when I asked her if something was wrong, she smiled and said to me " of course Dad, why would you even ask that?" And then she skipped away.

Then the accident happened, well at least that's what the doctors say. But that's not what I think. I think she was hurt on purpose. But the point is I don't think she had any enemies. Why would anyone hate my little girl?