Chapter 2-Ocean’s POV:
In the car ride home Gemma answers more of my questions. She said that I ran away from home one night, I had found shelter in an abandoned arena but the structure was old and torn. That night the wooden floor had collapsed as I slept and I fell onto the concrete floor. They found me later and I was driven to the hospital.
Anne informed me that I’m graduating this month, I had passed my exams and told me that my grades were perfect. I will return to school when I am able to.
It was a long drive to the house, the road was familiar. We park in front of a large wood house in a clearing, with my eyes wondering about I step out of the car. The house is large with a small deck and windows seeing into various rooms. There's wooden stairs that lead up to the white front door. A second floor is seen with the windows closer to the top. Three windows show there with small roofs shading over them all. Trees surround the property and stretched for as far as I could see. A far away mountain stood in the distance, tall enough to touch the clouds.
I close the door to the car and Gemma walks beside me as we go inside. I step inside after Anne. The house has white painted wooden walls and brown hard wood floors. I slip off my jacket and hang it on a hook to the left of the door where other coats were hung. I felt the small counter beside it and the rim of a bowl full of keys.
I slowly walk down the small hallway, letting my fingers run along the wall. I turn into the living room. The living room was furnished with two green couches, coffee tables on the sides with turqiose blue lamps on them. A fireplace indented in the wall across from the couches, with a flat screen hung over it. The pads of my fingers run across the coffee table and along the fabric of the couch. I sit down on the couch and felt the knitted cushion. I stand to my feet and wonder out of the living room.
My feet carry me down to the kitchen. My hand feeling the wood of the table and chairs. I slide my fingers along the counter and island in the centre of the kitchen. I touch the rim of a glass and the circumference of the sink. The familiarity of my surroundings is enough to frustrate me that I can't remember the times I was in here. I know that I was, I just can't specify the memories.
I look to a room across from the kitchen and on the other side of the back door. I open the white painted door to find it to be a small study. A wall of windows on the left side and a fireplace on the right. Book shelves and a record player were set by the wall and on a small table. A beautiful black grand piano sat in the middle of the room. I run my fingers along the edges of the shelves, record player, and piano. I save the piano for last, wanting to look at every description of this beautiful instrument. The stool calls my name and I was suddenly drawn to it. I sit down reluctantly. Somehow it felt like there needed to be another presence beside me. Another person who completes the memories of this room.
I run my index lightly over the keys. I knew the notes of the piano by the touch of the keys. Maybe I could play it. I press my finger against a key and the note sounds beautifully throughout the room. I spot music sheets on the stand and I read the title on the first page:
Fix You
Two words that should mean nothing but mean something I can't define. I heard those words being spoken to me before. But it wasn’t in a talking tone. I had heard them being sung to me. The voice isn’t decipherable, but it was low, raspy and beautiful. I knew it was sung by someone to myself. I place my hands in the starting position, reading the notes and let my hands do the playing. The keys of the piano created a beautiful tune. I come to an abrupt stop, not wanting to go any further.
Without a sound I stand from the stool and walk out of the room, closing the door, I hike up the stairs, my hand on the railing. There were two doors at the top. The one on the right was open, but the one on the left was closed. I walk up to the left one and put my hand on the doorknob. I tried to turn it but it's locked and I can't fully turn it. I jiggle the door knob, but it refuses to turn. Suddenly a pair of sparkling green eyes flash in my head. They came and went without time for me to memorize them, but they gave me butterflies in my stomach.
I gasp, taking my hand off the handle and stepping back just as Gemma walks out of a door beside the bathroom. I spin around to face her. She looks at me, taking in the scene. She stares at me then the door and back at me. She smiles and takes my arm gently in her own.
"This is your room.”
She says pulling me to the open door. I smile back at her and walk inside. The room is medium sized. White walls and hard wood floors like the rest of the house. A queen size bed was pushed up against the right side wall. A window was on the far wall across from the door. I concluded that it was one of the three windows that shows on the front of the house. A desk with a mirror and drawers stand across from the foot of the bed. A closet on the left side of the door.
I walk over to the bed and sit on the mattress, weighing it down a bit. Gemma leans against the doorframe with arms crossed in front of her. I run my hand along the night stand and lamp.
“I’ll let you get settled in.”
Gemma says, pushing off the doorframe and leaving to her own room, closing my door behind her.
I get up and walk over to the desk. A picture was placed on it. I look in the frame to a picture of myself and a young boy. The boy and I were standing in front of a blank wall, his arm around my shoulders and my arms around his waist. We held big smiles, he wore a t-shirt and blue jeans, his brown hair was styled up and his strong figure was larger than mine. I wore a baggy knit sweater and some leggings.
The boy is so familiar yet his name remains annonymous. It was there, at the tip of my tongue, but denied coming out. I ran my finger along the sides of the frame.
There was something beside the picture that caught my eye. It was a silver necklace. The chain was skinny but the charm drew my attention to it. A silver paper airplane necklace hooked around the skinny chain. Suddenly the beautiful green eyes flash in my mind again. Coming and going swiftly. The butterflies erupt in my stomach again and I gasp at the quick picture in my head.
My knees went weak and I back up into the mattress, taking a seat at the end of the bed. I consume as much breaths as I needed to ware off the feeling. I realize that the feeling wasn’t negative at all, it was a wonderful sensation. It was a familiar secret feeling that I had once felt.
All I knew now was that, it didn’t matter who I’d just met. It didn’t matter what those people told me about my life. It all just didn’t matter anymore. In the dead silence, all the details suddenly fell into place for me with a burst of intuition. There was something Anne didn’t want me to know, something she left out. Something Gemma wouldn’t have kept from me, but did at a cost. There was a piece missing that would help me remember everything.
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The Willows (book three)
FanfictionOcean Hayes can't remember the last six months of her life. After the initial shock of waking up in a hospital and being told she ran away for no apparent reason, she's determined to find out the truth about her life. But there is this familiarity t...