Live Again

Chapter 2

I open my eyes to see the cracked ceiling. I hear the whistle of a kettle. I turn to the noise, the lady was in the kitchen making a tea. She brought it over, it was for me."You're up." She smiles, hands me the tea. I take it in my hands, it's just ready to drink. I take a sip, it tastes like honey and lemon. "Thank you, what...what happened?" I asked in a voice so small I feel it's not mine. "Well, you fainted and I dragged you into the house. I don't know, but it seemed that you just came out of the dirt. You're all filthy! You clean up and I'll make you a meal." She heads back to the kitchen. "Well I'm so sorry to cause you so much trouble!" I tell her while sitting up, and taking another sip of the tea. "No, it's fine. I needed some company while the boys are out." "I beg to ask, what's your name?" I have had forgotten to ask. "Oh my how rude of me, it's Jane Smith. And yours?"

Jane Smith, what a nice name. I think real hard, what is my name? WHAT IS MY NAME?!?! "I actually don't remember!" I finally told her. Jane headed back towards me, and sits on the chair across me. "What do you mean you don't remember?" "Well, I woke up in the middle of your sunflower patch, not knowing who I am, or where I was." I tell her, I trust her. "Oh dear!" She gasps and covers her mouth with her hands. I look at her to see what she'll say next. She looks at me and finally says, "Well then the Smith family will take care of you until you remember everything! Now let's take you to wash up." I hand her the empty tea cup, and she puts it on the coffee table.

She takes my hand and leads me upstairs to a hallway with seven doors, the first door on the right was the bathroom. "You go in, take off your mud caked clothes, shower, and I'll give you something clean to where. Take the towel on the rack over there." She points to a pink towel. "Thank you," I tell her with a smile. She smiles back and closes the door.

I finally look myself in the mirror. My hair is not too long and wavy, brown. My eyes are the lightest shade of brown. My nose is small and plump. And I have cherry cheeks. I look down at my clothes, my black T-shirt is covered in brown soil, and my blue jeans are too. I look down at my bare feet, also all covered in mud. I turn to the shower. How does it work?

I open the door a crack and peak my head out. "Jane?" Her head pops out from one of the rooms. She was probably looking for something I could wear. "Yes?" "Can you help me turn on the shower, I don't know how." "Sure sweetie."