Love To Hate You | ✔

18

Ruby

"We're home dear." She slightly shook me, as I was slowly closing my eyes. I murmured telling her I was awake. "Like I said Ruby, go and sleep in your mother's bed and I will finish the night of by cleaning your room."

I looked at her, "But what about my memories." I said – mid yawn. Stretching, I got out the car. "We will sort it out in the morning, just get some rest dear. You are lucky it is the weekend tomorrow."

I nodded, sluggishly walking to the front door, as I was about to open it I walked straight into it – "Dear, you need you unlock it first!" I waved my hand at her, telling her I already knew that – I was testing her!

As I unlocked it, I rushed straight my moms room, climbing in bed. The air around me smelt just like her, I hugged her pillow so tightly that it looked like it would leave me.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered to no one in particular.

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The next morning, I woke up to a loud bang. I shot up; sweat beading from every pore. "What the..." I rushed out, only to see Mrs. Jackson laying on the floor.

My eyes widened, "Mrs. Jackson?" Reaching down to her level, I checked to see if she is okay and as I looked she seemed have no sign of any injuries, but then I looked up to a load of cleaning supplies.

I gently laid Mrs. Jackson on the floor and followed the supplies only to gasp. She stuck to her word on getting my room tidy. I walked through – almost, just almost in tears. Yes, I am grateful but the memories I once had were no more.

I choked out with happiness, looking straight at the picture frame laying on top of my bed, I held my hand over my mouth shaking my head, I turned it upside down and went back to Mrs. Jackson – who now was groaning.

"Mrs. Jackson?" She groaned in response, to which I sighed in relief. I helped her up, "Are you alright?" She nodded, "Can I get you anything Mrs. Jackson?"

She groaned, "Call me Margaret, calling me by my last name makes me feel older than I am." And that was true, Margaret was no older 50. But I still probably won't call her Margaret.

"But, would you still like anything?" I was adamant to help her for once.

She sighed, knowing I wasn't going to give up. "A water would be lovely dear." I nodded, "I think you should go and lay in mom's bed, and I will bring it up to you."

She weakly smiled, struggling to get up I rushed to help her through to my mom's room and onto the bed. Margaret instantly sunk onto the bed – sighing in content.

"I'll be right back." And as I walked out the door, I heard snoring. I smiled to myself, "Goodnight Mrs. Jackson." I whispered.

As I walked down the corridor, I stopped right outside my room again – it may be my room, but it just doesn't have that homely feel anymore. No loving feeling to it.

Stalking in, I placed my hand on the wall running my hand over every crack and crevice that this place held. So many secrets and things occur within those cracks – yet I didn't know what they were. I forgot.

I furrowed my brows as I noticed scrunched up paper, I went to grab it but conveniently the house phone rang – making me jump.

Groaning I rushed to pick it up. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this the Jenson residence?" Confusion rushed through my body, "Yes, may I ask who this is?"

"It is the hospital." A sudden flood of panic surged through me. "We would like you come down to the hospital ward as soon as you can."