Wistcoástia (On Hiatus)

Chapter 20: Opposite Sides

Reena: I open my eyes and I stare in the ceiling. Hey, this looks familiar. I sit up and quickly recognize where I am: my room back home in Aros. I can hear the chirp of the birds outside my window. I get up and open it. Fresh wind blows in my face.

My room’s window overlooks our back garden. I always liked to gaze from here ever since I was a child.

The garden is kept as always. The rose bushes are all blooming and all the hedges are trimmed perfectly.

“Wait for me! Big brother!”

I look down from my window to see where the voice is coming from. There’s a girl running in a pink dress towards a young boy who is holding a ball. They both look familiar to me but I just can’t remember when I saw them.

The little girl has black hair that is tied into plaits while the other looks around twelve years old with his hair ruffled. Surprisingly he reminds me of someone I know.

Who are these kids? I wonder where I saw them.

“Don’t talk too loud.” The boy tells the girl. “Father and mother have visitors. We should behave.”

“Who are the visitors?”

“I don’t know but I think they are someone important...”

“Important?”

“Yes. I think they are from one of the duke houses.”

“Really, big brother?”

The boy nods.

Who are the parents of these kids to have visitors from someone that important? The only ones who always have those kinds of visitors are my parents.

“When will Brother Derrick and Brother Matthew come play with us? It’s more fun if there’s many of us.” The girl says.

“I also agree, Reena but they are in school.”

“Sean, you’ll also go to school soon, right? I will be the only one left here...” the girl says sadly.

Did I hear right? But how can that be? Is that little girl me? So then...that young boy is Sean?

I stare closely at the two of them and a rack my head to remember. This scene seems familiar to me but...why can’t I remember it fully? If Sean is twelve then that means that girl is my nine year old self. This happened eight years ago. Why can’t I recall this?

My head starts throbbing. It’s so painful.

“Can I also play with you?” a voice of a boy asks.

The two children turn around and see the boy behind them.

“You came with the visitors, right?” Sean asks.

The boy nods but I can’t see his face. It’s blurry.

“Mom and Dad are in a middle of a meeting. It’s boring.” He says.

“Come play with us!” my little self says. “Let’s play pass-the-ball!”

“Okay!”

I watch them play from the window while my head is still in pain. They are spread across the garden a few meters away from each other and tossing the ball to each other alternately. Though the two boys can pass the ball hard, my little self can keep up with them.