We've Always Had History

- Chapter 6 -

My dad and I spent about an hour and a half watching tv together. It was nice. It felt like I should've come back a while ago. I missed out on some chill family time.

"Mason, Silver," calls my mother as she walks into the living room, "I just got off the phone with Amy. Chris, Andy, and herself are on their way over right now!" she said with an excited smile plastered on her face.

I on the other hand, am quite the opposite. I'm nervous and scared. I keep over-thinking this. Either way, this has to happen. He would've found out eventually.

My dad helped my mom set up a couple pictures of me as a kid. One was of me, another was my parents and I, another one of me, and then one of Andy and I. They took some of my old drawings and hung them up around the walls too. I hadn't seen those drawings in forever. A lot of them were of flowers , and places I'd been to. The one that I like best though was one of Andy sitting under a tree at the park. We were practicing our drawing skills there, and I decided I'd draw Andy.

"Silver! Hide in the kitchen until we tell you to come out and introduce yourself!" said my father, pulling me out of my memories and pushing me into the kitchen. Just as I stepped in, there was a knock at the door. My mother made shoo-shoo motions at me with her hands and I walked further into the kitchen.

I heard her open the door and greet Chris and Amy.

"Hi, Mrs. Knight." said a deep, raspy voice that I knew was Andy.

"Hello, dear!" said my mother. Probably hugging him as per her usual greetings. "Come in, come in!"

I couldn't help but creep behind the wall and stick my head out just enough to watch. As they each stepped in they greeted my father. Andy greeted him with one of those handshake/man hug things.

"How's the tour been treating you, kid?" asked my father.

"It's been cool, very.. surprising to say the least." he replied with a laugh. "What about you guys? How's the home life? I see you've decorated a little." he said, standing and walking over to one of the pictures.

He lifted it in his hands and showed my parents. "This your niece?" he asked. Oh, Andy. Oblivious, Andy.

"Actually, no." my mother began. This was it. Andy grabbed another picture. The one of us. When he did he stared at it intently. He didn't recognize himself yet. "That's-"

Before she could finish, Andy fell to the floor on his knees, picture still in hand. His eyes stared at the picture, but they weren't seeing it. They were blank. I was ready to run out to him, but Chris spoke.

"Don't worry. He's just having a memory.", he said as he stood beside Andy, ready to catch him if he falls. "When he remembers something, he blacks out. He says he usually gets them at night when he's sleeping, but since it was triggered, this happened."

Well then, that's somewhat reassuring. I watched as Andy knelt there, having a memory. What could the memory be? Is it us sketching? Maybe one time when we played in his old tree house? The possibilities are endless. It seemed like he was there for hours. Really, it was maybe two minutes.

When it was over he fell forward into his fathers waiting arms. Chris laid him gently onto the floor. Amy looked away from him. Damn, I can't even imagine what it's like to watch your son go through this. It must be hard.

"I can't move him or the memory could be altered." Chris said as he stood up. Andy just laid there on the floor for another three minutes. Everyone waiting to see what he'd say when he woke up.

"Ugh.." he groaned. Pushing himself up with his arms and steadying himself as he stood, Andy looked around the house. When he saw his mother with light fear glazing her eyes, he went over and hugged her. As he did, he turned and took another look around."I had a memory.. A memory of a girl, and.. you were there," he pointed at his parents. "You were there too Mr. and Mrs. Knight. You were with the girl. You took the picture of us." he paused. "The picture! She's your daughter!"