Memory Loss

Chapter Thirteen

Chris

The next morning I was in the kitchen tiding up from breakfast when Sophie walked in, it was rare that we were both home alone.

"Hey Chris." she said sitting down on a stool.

"Hey sis."

"What's up?" She asked.

I turned to her surpised, we had never been close before.

"How'd you?" I questioned.

She patted the seat next to her.

"We actually get along quite well Chris, I know I used to drive you up the wall, but the last couple of years we have really grown close and whenever I have a boy problem I come to you and when you have a girl problem you come to me. I guess we just grew up."

"Wow." I didn't really know what else to say, did I really confide in my 15 year old sister.

"I know it sounds like i'm trying it on but I promise you we are close and I know something is bothering you. So what's up?" She asked again.

"Well......" I began.

I told her everything, and it felt really great to get it of my chest. I told her how I felt waking up every morning and not being in the body I expected, how mum and dad where at oppiste ends of the scale on trying to pressure me into remember. I told her how Brett and my friends where handling it and how Tiffany was my girlfriend.

"You're girlfriend?" She asked in the same weird way that Katie had.

I told her how I was scared about doing certain things with Tiffany and I was worried that she would leave me.

"Chris, if you're not ready then she will have to deal with that." she told me.

I told her that the more time I spent with Tiffany the more confused I felt because even though I liked her I didn't feel like I knew her and even the parts I did know of her I wasn't sure I liked enough to want to be dating her, she was nice I guess but that was about it. I was worried the accident had broke me in a way that couldn't be fixed. 

"When do you feel happiest Chris, when is your mind most at peace." She asked smiling. 

"When did you become so wise?" I asked suspisouly.

"When I started listening to my big brother, now answer the question." she poked her tounge out at me.

"I guess when I'm at work, well it's not even work, when I'm with Katie, I guess I feel grounded, like she's home." I told her not really realizing it until i'd said it out loud.

"That's good." she smiled.

"It is?" I asked not so convinced. 

"Definitly."

She told me that it was proberly because I had been spending alot of time with Katie at work doing over time and stuff that it was probably just my subconscious trying to help me get on with my life while my brain healed itself and became ready for me to remember.

"I hope you're right Soph, I hate being this confused all the time, it makes my brain ache."

"Then do something to stop it." she called as she headed out into the hall.

"I don't have her number," I called back knowing she would know who I meant.

"I do, here," she came back in with it written on a post-it note.

"I -" I looked at her confused until I noticed the post-it note pad and a pen by the phone in the hall.

"I knew you'd want it."

I didn't even question why she had it as I walked into my den and tried to work up the courage to call a girl I barely new because she made me feel better.

I don't normally write these little notes but I just wanted to let you all know that you are about half way through this story, I would love it if you could comment and let me know what you think and if you are enjoying it ect.... Shel x