The Unknown Memories

Chapter 1

    "Worthless, Good for nothing brat!" is what my mom would say to me every day. I believe her. If she was lying then why hasn't anybody told me otherwise? When I think about everything I've done for her, it's nothing compared to what she's done for me. "you will be living with your uncle and aunt for four years. I don't want to hear anything about you." Yes. Those were the words I knew would come eventually, she's talked about it a lot. My name is Evelyn. I am eleven years old. I am an ordinary kid born in an ordinary family. My mom and dad separated when I was six. My mom used to never be like this but then again, I can't blame her. I think it will be best leaving her side.

   I leave out for school. I don't actually get bullied nor do I have friends. I overheard my mom talking to my aunt and uncle about moving with them so I made sure I had nothing here to miss or regret. Well I already have a regret... I regret not being the best daughter. I am her only child and she hates me. Ok ok, Enough with the mushy stuff. I'm really not about that. As I'm making my way home I come in the house meeting face to face with big smiling aunt Maggie and uncle Carol. All my things were already packed and in their car. My mom gives me a quick tap kiss and sends me off with them. Last thing I know I'm in the car on my way to live with them.

   I never really knew my uncle and aunt. This is actually my first time meeting them. They are sweet people. A little too sweet if I do say so myself. I can say that things have moved to a pace that not even I can digest. I was living with my mom, taking all her hits and hearing all those piercing words that left deeper scars then her hits ever did. Argh, I don't know why I keep getting mushy. Forget it. I'll be moving in with them and they live in a farm. I guess I would like it. It's peace and quiet compared to the big city. I can plant and be alone. Yes, I love to plant. It gives me a sense of doing something. I gave them life and I helped on something.

   We arrive after a few hours. I'm not really tired since I slept through almost the whole ride there. I grab all my clothes and boxes, of which I don't have many. Knowing we are living in a small house, in which I am okay with since I lived in an apartment almost all my life. At least until now. I stop in my tracks and take a look and this huge house. Now I don't know if I am exaggerating but this is a mansion. I slowly walk in, mesmerized by old fashioned scenery that I adore. "Don't worry about unpacking I have someone else to do it. Go check your room. It's the one down the hall the very last door. It's the biggest one we have." Says aunt Maggie with the biggest smile she can give without ripping her skin.

   I go to check out my room and it really is big. It's huge actually. They even have new everything as if they were preparing for me for a while. I have a king-sized bed! Not a twin, not a queen, but a KING-sized bed! They even have a walking closet, it was the size of my room in the apartment. I have a big window was a long couch on top of it. All in all, I know this is a rich people house. My apartment can never compare to this. This made me realize how poor I actually was. Anyways. I really want to see their garden. I make my way to the back yard. I stop midtrack. My eyes wide open.

   Beautiful roses of different colors. As if this was a wonderland. Sunflowers, Daisey's, Tulips, Leaf clovers, Lady bugs. This was going to be the spot I will always be in. So many beautiful trees. From apple trees to peach trees, to mango trees. I stop looking at all the fruit trees to look at exactly one. A weeping willow, that is my favorite tree. I love those trees they give me a sense of protection. Like if I were to climb it I will be safe because no one will find me.

   Now I have something to do for all day. I run upstairs and grab a book, one of my favorites is Lost Girl. It's about a girl who is blind, when the car was stolen she was under the blanket and the person didn't see her so they stole the car with her inside. It's a good book. I climb up the tree lay on the biggest branch I can find and start to read. I get to chapter eighty, close the book and I start to think. I think about everything that has happened so far and I start to cry. I really didn't live life, and nobody actually loved me. Heh, I really need to know why I'm so mushy today.

   "Now why is such a beautiful girl crying?" I hear right below me. I was so startled I fell down, lucky it was just my butt that I fell off. I look up and it was a boy. He had big grey eyes, with a curly top, trimmed on the sides. Big juicy lips, and a sharp jawline. He was beyond perfect. He looked as if he was out of this world. "oh god, are you okay Evelyn? Are you hurt anywhere?" He asks, very scared and worried as he runs towards me. He picks me up and helps me stand. "Well other than my butt I'm okay. You really shouldn't come out of nowhere and talk like that to people. They can get hurt". We both take a second to look at each other, we really couldn't help but laugh. Like come on, the way I fell was funny. I always stiffen before falling.

   "So, who are you?" you already know, the always used question.... Wait a second "how do you know my name?" He starts to chuckle and give me a slight smirk. "It's okay if you don't remember, it hurt my feelings, but it's okay you'll remember eventually." He answers but I'd prefer the answer instead of making me think but whatever I'll ask aunty and uncle. "well then can I have your name?" Never once has he taken his eyes off of me and then he answers. "Damon, my name is Damon". He turns around and start to walk away towards the forest, soon he's gone.

   I make my way inside and ask aunty Maggie who Damon is. "Sweetie, I don't know what you're talking about. You did used to have an imaginary friend when you would come over. It's very nice to make a friend that has the same name as your imaginary friend." She says with the biggest smile she can give. I give up and go upstairs to my room to see my things already unpacked. I go to take a shower and lay down. I stop to think about what my aunt told me, I don't remember ever coming over at all. Why can't I remember coming over, or Damon, anything. Okay let me stop before I get a migraine. I turn over and go to sleep.