I woke up on the side of the street, my body all dirty and my hair a mess and my shoes and purse gone.
I couldn’t remember anything and so I tried to walk home, even though every step was torture.
Sobbing and crying all the way, I noticed that someone was actually carrying me into a car.
It was dad.
He had been looking for me ever since last night.
“I’m sorry,” I cried. “I didn’t know…”
We drove home and I cleaned up and then I went downstairs and he looked at me with a pained expression and told me things... things like how he felt after he found out what happened to mom. And just… things that normal fathers and daughters didn’t normally talk about.
He asked me what happened.
I told him what I remembered.
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Complications
Short StoryI hope he can un-complicate me. Well, at least a part of me. Since my past is very complicated, I hope that the future will be bright and simple. The exact opposite of what I am. But we'll see. We'll see. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved
