DIAMOND KEYS

TWENTY-SIX

It had been the worst week of my life.
I had never felt so dead. Not even when Claire had died. I still couldn’t accept the fact that Logan didn’t remember me. It sounded so unreal, so impossible.
    
I now found it hard to leave my bed. I hadn’t brushed my teeth or had a good bath or brushed my hair since the day I found out that Logan had forgotten me.
    
I struggled to go downstairs to get an apple because I was starving. Mum and Nathan didn’t say anything to me because they knew I wouldn’t respond.   They looked like they were going out and mum confirmed it.

“We’ll be leaving now. We’ll be back in the evening. Please lock the door after us and take care of yourself.”  She gave me a peck on the cheek and walked out. Nathan smiled and waved Maxwell’s hand before going out.
    
I headed up the stairs immediately he was out. I abandoned the apple on the table and returned to my bed allowing fresh tears to roll down my cheeks.
“He doesn’t remember me!”
    
I cried for some minutes then quieted down when I heard footsteps on the stairs. I secretly wished it was a murderer coming to kill me and put an end to all my pain and misery.
     
My room door opened and I immediately knew it was Clay and Marc.

“What died in her?” Marc asked.
    
Clay coughed “Don’t you know? Her heart!” He exclaimed and they burst into laughter.
   
Ha ha, very funny.
    
I felt them sitting on the bed.

“We wouldn’t mind if you turn to face us Michele.” Clay put in.
    
I didn’t respond.

“And next time lock the door when you are home alone.” Marc added.
    
I said nothing.

“Don’t push us Michele.”
    
I still didn’t answer and in a matter of seconds they turned me and I was facing them.

“Good.” Clay smiled.

“Get out.” I whispered.

“We ain’t going nowhere darling.”

“And you stink.” Clay added.

“Get out.” I repeated.
    
Marc chuckled. “Get up Michele.”

“Why?”
“Because you have to take a bath”

“I don’t want to.”

“You have no choice.”
    
They forced me up and into the bathroom. “If you don’t do it yourself, we will be forced to help you.” Clay said behind the door.
    
I carried myself into the tub for a bath and brushed my teeth as quickly as I could. I came out wearing my pink bath rub and the boys were going through my laptop.
    
Marc looked up. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I replied with no enthusiasm.
    
Clay looked up and winked. “You look better.” He looked at my robe and smiled. “Now, get dressed.”

“Get out.” I replied.

“No!” they chorused.

“Then how am I going to get dressed?”
    
They laughed and this time I joined them.
    
I was not in a dressing mood so I just put on the first gown I saw. “You can come in now!” I called out and they barged in immediately. “Were you guys standing outside my door?”

“Yup” Marc answered.
    
Clay grabbed a handful of my hair and I let out a scream “What’s that for?”

“Your hair is a mess.”

“Well I haven’t combed it in a week, what do you expect?”

“Sit down.” he commanded and I obeyed.
     
I sat facing my dressing mirror and Marc got a comb from the table.
“Don’t even try it!” I warned but it was of no use as Marc was already pulling the comb through my hair.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry.”
    
It was silent for a while before Clay took over the hair combing from Marc and started talking. “How have you been Michele?”           

“I’ve never been worse.”

“Stop it. You know you’re not the only one affected by Logan’s amnesia right?”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

I looked at his face through the mirror. “Really, who else?” I asked sarcastically.
    
He smiled. “It’s not easy Michele. We talk to him like the last three years never happened.” 
    
I was surprised to hear that Clay and Marc were talking to Logan. It made me want to cry.
    
Marc saw the look in my eyes and asked, “What’s wrong?
    
I shook my head “Don’t mind me, I’m just jealous.”

“Don’t be.”

Clay finished combing my hair and was branding it in two. “Clay you ….?”
 
“I have a baby sister.” He said knowing what I was about to ask.

“So tell me about Logan. How is he?”

They looked at themselves before Marc spoke. “He is physically fine. The head injury seems to be getting better but apart from that, he is not fine.” He paused then added, “He is not fine at all.”
    
I felt so bad. It was my entire fault. If only I had been nice to him when he was leaving, he might not have had the accident. He had probably been thinking about me when he had the accident.

“He doesn’t remember a thing, nothing, absolutely nothing from the past three years.” I felt a stab of pain in my heart.

“All he talks about are those things we did back then in junior school. He has no clue about our a cappella group or about his Ford which was destroyed by the accident or about . . .”

“Or about me” I put in. Clay was through with my hair and he turned me to face him.

“Don’t talk like that, please.”
    
I remember the stories they had told me of their lives before me. They had told me that Logan had liked Elise.
“He remembers Elise right?”
    
They said noting 

“Please answer me.”

“We don’t want to hurt you baby.”

“You’ll be hurting me if you don’t tell me.”

Clay sighed “He remembers her.”
     
Of course he does! He remembers everything and everybody except me!

“Come on, don’t look sad.”

“I can’t help it.”
    
Clay went to sit on the bed. “It’s so bad Michele. He’s always blabbing about her, how lovely she is, this and that. You’d be so disgusted if you heard him.”

“Of course” I said and we laughed.
    
We were silent for a while before I said, “I’m hungry.”
    
Clay stared at my stomach and smiled. “When last did you eat?”

“I can’t remember.”

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