Memories Of A Forgotten Past

Chapter 1: Part 1

Day after day, year after year, Thea lived, not knowing who she really is. She was an artist, but there was something more to her than being an artist. Something was missing, as if it got ripped out of her mind ages ago.

Sometimes an old memory would pop up, the smell like pine, or a white flash that could only belong to a crystal called quartz. Usually Thea ignored the memories. But deep inside, she knew they were important.

Today, she was in her room, drawing, working on a picture of a girl, except her head was too big and her arms -- too long.

Thea grunted in frustration, erased the whole thing, and started all over again, beginning to redraw the head. The picture was so clear in her mind, yet she can't even copy it down on paper.

Think. Draw the head smaller, she thought, It would balance out the drawing.

As soon as soon as she sketched the egg shape of a head. She started to draw the curves of her neck and shoulders -- which turned out to be too big to be proportionally sized.

Before she crumpled up the paper in yet another bout of frustration, she thought about her friend, Marina, who was more familiar with shading and the human body; who was more familiar with lines and curves; who knows how to work with size.

She was also prettier than her, with regular sized brown eyes and angled sharp features; whereas, Thea had inhumanly large blue eyes, and whose jaw didn't have a defined shape. Thea also had curly blonde hair that is also weighed down by grease, even if she showered. Marina had silky brown curly hair.

She tried to push away that thought of her friend -- that jealousy, which bloomed in her mind of how she is so much better than her...

But, at the same time, Thea thought, I wish I could talk to her right now. I need her help.

Except Marina has the type of phone that has so many minutes on it. And Thea didn't want to waste her minutes for something so stupid, like trying to get this drawing right.

A light knock pounded on the door. Thea forced herself out of her seat, leaving her drawing behind.

She thought that it meant dinner, but as soon as she answered. Mom was still standing in front of the door, instead of walking away.

"Yes?" Thea asked, curious.

"We need to talk." Mom replied. Her face was like stone, unmoving.

"About?"

"My sisters. Have I ever told you about them?"

"No," Thea said, "Why are you telling me about them right now?"

"Because they are coming... for dinner."

Thea scoffed. "I never knew you had sisters. Why didn't you tell me?"

Thea hated the thought of having to share dinner with strangers.

Before mom could speak. She asked again. "How many? And why are they coming?"

This is not going to be a good day.

Shock chased confusion; confusion changed stoicness; a myriad of emotions chased one after another through mom's features. Her mouth formed into an 'O', then closed. She shook her head. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I was merely stating the fact that my sisters are coming. And the reason for not telling you ...well... my sisters are a bit strange... and I didn't want you to feel weirded out, by asking them to do a reading on you."

She continued, "I always felt that you were a bit special."

"How so?"

The doorbell rang before mom could answer.

Her sisters are here.

Mom smiled, "That, you will find out."

She began to walk down the hallway to the stairs.