Tainted Hearts

Chapter 17

I like to imagine that I'm a bird. That I could be free. But unfortunately I'm not free and that's the horrible reality.

There's many things that people wish to have in life. To be something or achieve something.

There's things that I want to do in life.

I want to travel around the world. Go somewhere tropic. Maybe the Bahamas.

That's going on my list of places to go. Though, there's always the issue of money. No, I'm not some rich girl.

Never was, according to my dad. I still have trouble of calling him that. After all, I did lose my memory. You can't just expect me to jump right back into life without a single problem.

I'm out of high school now. Since I was in a coma for two years.

So, I'm twenty years old. I live with my father, was just in a coma and have not gone to college or at all finished my senior year.

I can't remember anyone. It's all blank. There is no blurs of memory or bits and pieces. There is nothing.

Nothing just like me.

I am just another fish in the pond. In this world you have to make it or break it.

You might as well shake what you've got. I planned on doing that, hopefully anyways.

////////

I compellingly found my way outside to the small garden. There were many beautiful fliers and I was tempted to smell each one and marvel it's innocent beauty.

I saw a beautiful red rose and smiled. It reminded me, I need to make favorites. This red rose was going to be my favorite flower.

What else have I favored?

Hershey's cookies and cream. Must I say it was amazingly delicious.

Biscuits and gravy. Something that was great for breakfast.

I had it on Wednesday at nine in the morning. A very kind and reserved woman was there making it and offered me a plate.

She had said that her name was Diana. I found out later on that she was my father's girlfriend.

Who was I to tell them to stop dating. I actually had no clue on how serious they were. Where they in love? I couldn't tell you.

////////

I was currently sitting on a very comfy barstool in the Mystic Grill.

It was rather small and demure. Nothing too bold or out of place in a small town like this.

I found myself wondering to when I could get a hold I alcohol.
Apparently I had one more year and ten I could.

Though, it was too tempting.

I decided I could offer the bartender something in return.

I liked across the bar table and saw a blonde man with blue eyes filling up a large glass cup with beer.

I waited impatiently as he made his way to my side of the bar when I tapped on the wooden table.

His lively blue eyes snapped to mine and he froze.

He then ran around the bar and satchel himself to my body.

He must be one of my friends from before. I can't remember him though.

Was he a friend or a boyfriend?

I have no clue but I'll find out.