Almost Gone. || Michael Clifford

Chapter 2 - Welcome Home

I jumped out of the car and waited for mom too go first. In case it was the wrong house.. You never know, I don't remember this place very well, so it might as well be some friends house or so.

But mom went to the red cottage and opened the door. "We're home now." She yelled and down the stairs comes a little girl, she had dirty blond hair flying all over her face as she jumped down the stairs. Her crystal blue eyes was set on me, and before I knew it she jumped on me, giving me a really big hug. "Sister!" She screamed in my ear. "I've missed you so much!" oh, so it's my sister, that explains it all. "Hey?" I said unsure, and gave mom a look of confusing. "She's your younger sister. Her name is Sophie. She's 13." Mom said, as she gave me a quick look and then continued to undress her jacket and shoes. Oh right. Sophie.. A few memories are coming back now, but none of the memories was good. It was all about how she got all the attention, she won a few prizes, how she blamed me for all the evil things she did, and mom gave her everything she wanted as a reward to show Sophie that she is proud of her. But I didn't think of some good memories, which was kinda weird since she acted really sweet against me now.

"Melodie!" A man shouted. I looked over to a door frame and saw a man probably around his 40s, quit good looking with light brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Without knowing who this man was, I only stared at him, waiting for him to continue talking. "So what kind of stupid game are you playing?" He said grinning at me. I continued to look at him with fear in my eyes. "Just because you tried to kill yourself doesn't mean that you'll get all the attention. And you can still talk, so why aren't you answering me?" He said talking a step closer to me. "Mom!..." I yelled. This man really scared me and I thought he was going to hit me. I heard footsteps coming from another room, and I soon saw mom standing in another door frame. "W-why is he s-so mean to me?" I said, my voice trembling. "Oh, so now you're talking." He grinned. "That's Stephan" She said coldly. "He's my husband. And your stepfather" she added and walked back to the other room she was in before. "H-hey." I said trying to be polite event tho he said kinda mean things to me. He looked at me, giving me this weird look and went to the room mom was in.

I just noticed that I still had my red converse on, so I went to the stair and sat myself down on the first step. I started to untie my shoes and when I was done I noticed Sophie staring at me.

I putted my shoes beside the others, and looked over at Sophie with a questioning look. "I can show you, your room if you want me too?" She asked. My sister was really sweet to me now, I still find it kinda weird that no good memory was popping up in my head before.

"Y-yes please" I stuttered. This stuttering was really annoying. I really hope I will overcome this in a couple of days and not months.. Sophie took my hand and lead me up the wooden stairs, and opened the first door at left. "Here." She said simple. I looked around, and was surprised by the size of the room. It was quite big, the walls were black with a cool pattern everywhere. My bed was a little big bigger than a normal sized bed and looked really soft and comfortable, the sheets was black while my pillows and duvets were dark red. I had a desk with some pencils on it and a book with lock. Assuming it's my dairy. And I also had a drawer that was red but like my walls, it had this cool pattern with black paint.

"There's food downstairs if you're hungry" I heard my sister say. Oh right, I was so fascinated by my room that I completely forgot her standing with the door frame. "I-I'm coming." I told her.

"Dad and I ate already, and I think mom ate too when she got home." She added. "Okey," I said, and started to walk to the kitchen. It was kinda strange but I haven't eaten when I was in the hospital and I wasn't so hungry now either. I saw the food on the oven and gave it a glance, it was potato gratin with pork and gravy. It look delicious but I just wasn't feeling like eaten.

"Mom!" I yelled, trying to search for the room she was in. "What." She yelled back really coldly. I found the room she was in and it was huge, and I assumed it was the living room because the tv, sofa was here. The sofa was white skin, same color as the tv table was while the tv was black. The table in front of the sofa was dark brown and the walls was yellow. But to my surprise, it looked really good. You may think that the colors won't fit with each other but oh how wrong you are. It fits perfect.

"I-I'm going out for a w-while..." I said swallowing, "I hope g-going out fo-or a walk will improve m-my me-memory." Mom gave me a glance, and nodded. While Stephan said, "oh I see, you have lost your memory?" I only nodded. "So you don't remember anything at all?" He continued. "I-I remember l-little by little" I said and looked at him and he only nodded and smiled mischievous.

I went up to my room to change clothes, since I been having the same clothes since the hospital, I decided to threw them in the laundry basket. I was in my room, the door was closed and I found a key in the keyhole so I locked the door too so nobody would walk in on me. I only had my panties and bra on me now, and looked in my drawer to see what was inside. There was four big boxes, that all my shirts, pants, jeans, and pajamas was in. Then there was two small boxes above the big ones. And there was enough space for undies, socks and stuff like that.

I took my jeans shorts out from the box and putted them on. Then I looked in the box where all my shirt was. I found this really cool tank top with the text "Falling" on it, it was black with white text. As soon as I had my shorts and tank top on, I put my hand in my sock box and I think I may have gone too far inside because suddenly I felt something sharp cutting my index finger.

"Ow, what the actual fuck" I mumbled to myself, and looked at my finger. It was bleeding but not that much. I searched in my room for something to wipe the blood of and I found some paper laying beside my bed. I took it to my finger and went to see what the sharp thing was.

A razor blade. But why...

And that was when it hit me, I started to panic and rushed to the mirror. I had long wavy hair, it reached to under my breasts and was light brown. My eyes was emerald and I had a few freckles on my nose and beside my nose.

I removed a bit of my tank top so I could see my stomach, and my mind went completely blank.

The scars. So many. So deep.

I remember now. I remember why I didn't come up with any good memories when I thought about my sister. I remember why mom was acting to coldly to me. And I remember why Stephan was being rude to me.

Everything came back. Well, not everything, but almost.. But I still couldn't remember anything about school and friends. But at least this is an improvement.

I couldn't stop staring at them, my family couldn't be the only reason, right?

They were just so many and.. I don't know..

I touched my scars carefully to see if it hurts. But it didn't, so they must be old. That's good.. I hope..

I dropped the top so it was hiding my stomach again. I grabbed a pair of socks, putted them on and then I unlocked the door. I went downstairs and grabbed my shoes. I put them on and when I was about to open the door, my sister comes to me, "Where are you going, Melodie?" She asked. "Uhm.. I-I'm gonna go f-for a walk" I said and opened the door. "Can I come with you?" She said coming closer to me, "Why?" I said surprised. Why would she wanna come with me? Is this just another way to get me in to trouble?

When I was remembering before, I saw her doing bad things and blaming me. Like, once she flushed Stephan's irreplaceable watch in the toilet, and she blamed me. So mom and her husband yelled at me so much and he even slapped me across my face.

"It so boring at home" she said shrugging. I only looked at her and shook my head, then I walked out and closed the door behind me.