Forgotten memories

Chapter 8

Bright light is shining in my eyes and I groan. I take my pillow from underneath me and push it on my head, eyes still closed. The darkness is better, but my soft warm place on the pillow has been replaced for a cold hard spot on the mattress. I groan again before slowly opening my eyes. All the events from yesterday come rushing back at me. Gosh it had been a long day. I had waken up at the hospital, gone to a concert and came home again. Great way to be active.

I smile, remembering the wonderful time I spent with mom on the bench outside. The garden is beautiful. I'm thinking of making that my new special thinking spot. My mind wanders back to the boys. Would they know where I am? Would they be worried? May be they're thinking about me right now.. Guilt creeps up and I quickly shake it off. I push my pillow off of me and sit up with a big yawn. My head is feeling much better, it's only just the annoying right hand that I still can't use.

I look at it and pout. It's still covered in bandage and looks helpless doing nothing. Suddenly I remember something.

'Shoot'

I'm going to meet Alan today! I better make a good impression. Oh wait I already sort of know him. He still better makes a good impression on me. I jump out of bed and walk towards my closet. I didn't bring any clothes yesterday, I don't even know if I had any extra clothes with me when I got into that car-accident. I just fell asleep in the clothes I was wearing yesterday.

I'm standing in front of my closet, staring at its closed doors. I wonder whether I gained a good taste for clothes the past couple of years. May be it's full of designer clothes, oh no that'd be too good to be true. I just hope it aren't the most terrific clothes, that'd just be shameful.

'There's only one way to find out' I mumble as I pull the doors open.

No it's not a walk in closet, but still it's pretty big with its two doors. In front of me are heaps with clothes and a row of clothes hanging on hangers. I pick up some shirts and am relieved when it are actually pretty cute clothes. There are many blouses, some jeans and beautiful dresses.

I'm satisfied with what I've seen and pull out a dark blue skinny jeans with a simple white shirt and a simple vest over it. I like the outfit, Alan should take me for who I am. Although he probably already likes me. At least the old me. This is weird.

I look into the mirror, groaning as the cuts on my head are still slightly visible. I take a brush, probably mine, from the table in front of me and brush my hair quickly. There's also a small box on the table and I curiously look inside. In the box is a beautiful silver necklace, with a tiny heart in the middle. I study it for a moment and somehow I smile while looking at it. It gives me a good feeling. I quickly pull it on and stare at myself in the mirror. It looks beautiful.

I quickly rush downstairs, smelling fresh pancakes, and am met by mom putting down a plate of pancakes on the table. She glances at me and smiles. She still looks a little tired but she looks better. I copy her smile and sit down at the table, feeling extremely hungry. I skipped dinner yesterday, actually last time I ate something was my breakfast at the hospital. My stomach makes a protesting noise at the thought of it and I roll my eyes. Just when I'm about to take a pancake the front door opens and in walks an unfamiliar man.

He's carrying some bags and puts them on the bar table in the kitchen with a sigh. He has brown hair, parting on the side of his head and green eyes, just like Harry. But his face is nothing like Harry as he has big grown eyebrows and a small nose. He looks okay for a man his age and is wearing jeans with a blue shirt stuffed in them. He walks over to mom and gives her a soft kiss on the lips. He smiles at her and she giggles back. God they look like teenagers, how embarrassing.