C'mon Heather remember already! Remember while you still have time..
I sighed in frustration, as I layed down on my bed. This whole interview situation meant life for the worthy and death for the rest. If I didn't make the cut, I was going to die here. I would be glad to survive and have my memories back, but if that wasn't the option I was given, I at least wanted to remember something that brought me joy. Rather I'd be dying by starvation or by whatever had killed everyone in the other outposts I could go out with peace of mind. Something I haven't had in a very long time. I just needed to know.
*Narrarator's POV*
Heather layed there for a whole thirty minutes before falling asleep. Her eyes suddendly not being able to stay open, the last thing she saw was the ceiling and the last thing she heard was the crackling of the fireplace.
***
"Heather Garcia I had to leave my meeting for this call" Heather's aunt, Olivia, stated through the teen's cellphone speaker, she had a tissue over her left cheek, the white material had red blood soaked in a decent sized patch. Heather had gotten into a fight, dispite the girl having weak punches, she wore a ring which did some extra damage. "You know better then this Heather, we moved for a fresh start! Not for you to continue the same behaviour. It's only been 2 weeks of being here and you are already making it worse.." Her aunt sighed heavily before a moment of silence. "..I have to go back to my meeting, this conversation will continue when I get home. I'm very disappointed in you Heather." The line then went silent. Heather huffed in annoyance as she put her phone away.
Heather had soon arrived home, stepping onto her front porch and looked through her backpack to find her house keys...The only problem was, she had forgotten them in her room that morning. "...Fantastic." She muttered, clearly irritated. Her aunt wouldn't be home till 8 tonight and all the doors and windows were locked. This was the last thing she needed on a really bad day. "Dammit!" She said as she slammed her palm on the front door. "..Great now what do I do?" She asked herself. "Hey kid, everything alright?" She heard a female voice ask. Heather turned around to see a shorter woman, her hair was dark and was shaved on the sides and the rest was left cut short, she also had a dark lipstick and held a grocery bag. Heather sighed "...Having a really shitty day, and I can't get into my house till 8pm so I'm awesome" sje said sarcastically. However she took a moment to calm ber nerves "..Im sorry, that was rude of me. I'm just having a crappy day...I'm Heather Garcia, I just moved here with my aunt a couple of weeks ago." She said in a much kinder tone. "The cut on your face definatly shows that... I'm Miriam Mead" she said. Miriam stayed silent for a moment before she spoke up once more, "How about you come over to my house until your aunt comes home, you can clean that cut up too. I only live down the block." She offered. Heather wasn't sure out first, but she knew she would be sitting on the porch for many hours, alone. So she nodded "That's nice of you...Thank you" she said before walking down the porch steps with her bag over her shoulder.
"So I can only guess by how pissed off you were, that you got into a fight?" Miriam guessed, Heather sighed softly followed by a nod. ".. This girl couldn't mind her own buisness about me soo..I got mad" she admitted. She didnt like talking about her problems, especially to people she didn't know but Miriam offered to let her stay in her home until her aunt got home. So she could deal with having to talk about this for a bit. However she wanted to change the subject. "So do you live alone or do you have a partner? Kids?" The teenager asked. "No husband, but I have a boy. I'm not his biological parent, I'm his guardian. He's around your age, so you two may get along."
***
Heather's eyes opened, only to notice that she wasnt in her bed anymore. She was on her knees, staring at a human figure sitting in the same position as her, with its hand brushing against Heather's cheek...made from the fire in the fireplace. She was confused, but she wasn't scared. A sensation of comfort and warmth went through her body as she stared at the figure. "My dearest Heather, oh how you've lost your way...it'll all come back soon dear" the figure spoke in Heather's thoughts, the voice being one of an older woman. It was a familiar voice to the blonde, it was soothing and sweet. "..Grandma?" The girl whispered before the figure dissapeared, leaving no traces of it ever existing. The room remained silent, Heather remained on the floor infront of the fireplace, confused but also hopefull. The dream was fuzzy now, the face of the woman who had been kind enough to let her stay for dinner was a blur, however the voice was recognisable. It was Mead.
Thousands of questions ran through Heather's mind, both about the firery figure that stood before her before turning to nothing, and about the dream that seemed to be a missing piece to her memories.
_______________________________________
A/N
Hey y'all!! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Things should be much more interesting now that memories are coming in.
Till next time!
:)
YOU ARE READING
Bright Eyes, Lost Mind | AHS Apocalypse (Under Construction)
Adventure__________________________________ Heather Green is faced with the end of the world, nothing more to do other then to try to retrieve her lost memories. Something or more like someone had driven her to remember. With no recollection her a four year...
