Remember

Chapter 2

The Jitters head sat on the workbench. The fur matted and stained deep red. That was obviously the same head from the accident, but why was it here? You approached it slowly and noticed a glimmer from inside. You pulled the sleeves of your sweatshirt over your hands and lifted the head and moved it. What you found was the eyeball. The small little camera was coated in blood on the front, reminding you of the eye you saw from that fatal day. A flash of memory dashed into your mind...
"H-hi! D-don't you r-remember m-m-me? I-I'm your b-b-bestest f-friend, J-Jitters!" He pulled at the bolts that held his feet onto the rotator he was designated to. The bolts came loose and the animatronic took one giant step off the stage. You screamed, making your crayons fly every which way.
Your skin turns as cold as ice and you drop the head next to your feet. Your sleeves had small flakes from the dried up blood of the head. You shook your sleeves out and continued to stare at the eye and the memory continued...
Jitters seemed unfazed by the little attempt of a fight you put up against him.  He tried reaching out to you, tried to grab you and ended up grabbing your bag instead, spilling the rest of your crayons all over the floor. You noticed Jeremy behind Jitters, with a pan from the kitchen. Your father, who was looking out from the door by the stage, watched over the whole scene. Jeremy attempted to stop Jitters by hitting him with the pan. Jitters immediately stopped, slowly stood up to his full six feet, and turned around. He twitched his tail and head. I saw Jeremy turn pale white as he dropped the pan he used in defense...
You backed away from the eye, but still stared at it. A crash and then the sound of metal made you stop dead in your tracks. You turned around and sure enough, Pearl was there singing, attempting to sing. You went back up the stairs as fast as you could, the thumping of Pearl walking was enough to make your adrenaline to kick in. You slam the basement door behind you and put the padlock back in place. You grab any and all important items with you and went to your car. You started the car and saw Pearl in the living room window, her one cerulean eye burned the brightest against the old yellowish siding of the house. You backed out of the driveway and just drove. You don't know where you were gonna drive to but you just needed to get out of the house. You made it to the old town, most of the stores boarded up from not being open. The bakery was open though, and you decided to go there, you were feeling quite hungry.
The aroma of freshly baked pie made your stomach grumble in emptiness. You sit down at the counter, looking at all the different types of delicious pastries you could order. A waitress behind the counter walks up to you and hands you a menu.
"Anything to drink, honey?" she asks, delightfully enjoying her job.
"A water for now," you say, looking over the menu. There's apple, rhubarb, pumpkin, peach, and cherry pie. You can even choose to eat it with vanilla ice cream! Your stomach rumbles in agreement to a good slice of apple pie a la mode. The waitress comes back with your water and puts it in front of you.
"Whatcha want to eat, honey?" She asked, pulling out her book and opening it up to a clean page.
"Apple pie a la mode, please," you spoke, grabbing the menu and handing it to her.
"Alrighty, one good ole fashioned comin' right up!" She said, taking the menu from your hand and walking away. Your stomach grumbled and you took a sip of water.
"Oh. My. Gosh! How long has it been since I've seen you?" A girl spoke, walking up to you. You did a double take and almost spit out your water. Thankfully, you swallowed it before it went all over the old friend you once talked to.
"I don't know, maybe ten years or so," you said, taking a new sip of your water.
"I can't believe you're back in West Grove! What brought you back?" She asked, taking the seat next to you.
"The twentieth anniversary of Bambino's Café," you spoke softly, looking at your friend. Her hair was dyed multiple light purple colors, even though you could still see the blonde underneath her dyed hair.
"Wow, it's been twenty years since the accident?" She spoke softer than usual, "I can't believe you were there when it happened... you were what?"
"I was 9 years old," you said bluntly. The waitress brought your pie and placed it in front of you. You thanked her and took the fork next to the plate.
"Do you remember the accident?" Your friend asked, looking around for any on-listeners. With a mouth full of pie and ice cream, you shook your head, still chewing on the pie and ice cream.
You swallow and respond, "I can't remember everything, it's been so long...I only get flashes of memory when I see related objects."
"That's kinda cool, don't cha think?" She spoke as though she could do just the same.
"Sort of...it's not cool when you remember the blood." You said, leaving the money on the counter and walking out towards your car.
"Hey! Wait up!" She said running after you, "Do you need a place to stay?" She pointed to your bags in the backseat. You quickly thought of her offer.
"Just for a couple of days, tops," you say, noticing her mouse-like features. She was small, built to look cute, you suppose. Her nose twitched a little when she ended a sentence and gave her a mousey feel.
"Oh it's gonna be so fun! We could do so much stuff together! We could invite the boys over someday too!" She said clapping and jumping excitedly,"Quick question, do you remember us? Thomas, Chase, and me, Madison?" You pondered for a minute and remembered.
"I do! I remember you guys! We used to play in my treehouse with Pearl!" You spoke out.
"Oh my gosh!" She exclaimed, "We definitely need to have a reunion!" You nodded, climbing into the driver seat.
"Follow me to my house!" Madison said, getting into her car as well. You both drove away from the bakery, towards her house.