Memories

14-explination

After a while i finally got the hang of it and managed to make some pretty cool stuff. I did art in high school so it was pretty easy. But my favourite one was the Disney one I did. It was Mickey Mouse with some of the skeleton revealed.

"Wow, that's dark. Good, but dark" Caleb chuckled, walking over to me, his clothes covered in paint. I opted for a poncho so my clothes would stay clean.

"Eh, never been much of a Disney fan" I replied, taking off the poncho and gloves. 

"What?!" He yelled. I chuckled lightly.

"It's no big deal. I just don't see the point of it. It's a bunch of talking animals and women that rely on men for everything" I told him.

"Ummm, I'm sorry. Have you never heard of Mulan? Moana? There isn't even a guy in Brave!" He shouted.

"Wow, sorry to have offended you" I laughed, and I could see him trying to fight a smile which made his face go all weird.

"You're heartless" he replied playfully, shoving me lightly. I laughed and punched him back.

"So, this is that part you've been dreading, but I'm not going to push this under the rug. What is this accident you were on about"

He was lying.

I could see it in his eyes

It was as if he already knew every single detail. But that was impossible. I haven't even known him for that long.

"Well, it was just over a year ago. Keep in mind as I'm telling you this, this is what my parents and cops have told me. So there's not loads of specifics, heck I don't even know if it's true. But I trust that it is" I explained. He nodded in response.

"So I lived in America. My parents had moved here for a job and I stayed behind for college. And I got kidnapped, by this guy called Calum hood. He's the teenage leader of one of the biggest gangs in America. They said I was gone with him for nearly a year. Until they got an anonymous call to the hospital, saying that I had been shot and needed an ambulance. The police suspected I found out something I wasn't supposed to know, so he tried to kill me. I also have this scar, on my lower stomach. It says his and looks like it was burnt on. And we all knew he did it. So if I was 'his' then why would he try to kill me? Anyway, I suffered major memory loss from the accident, and couldn't even remember who my parents were, which the doctors found weird, because the wound had nothing to do with my head. They also found a trace of a drug in my system, but couldn't identify it. All I know for sure, is if I ever see him again, I will kill him for everything he put me through. Not that I even know what he looks like" I explained, laughing slightly at the end.

He mumbled something that sounded like 'lies'.

"What?"

"Wild. That's wild. How comes you don't know what he looks like?" He asked.

"I never asked, and I feel like if I google him, I'll be paranoid, feeling like I see him everywhere" I replied. He nodded in response.

"Well, we better get going. I told jake I'd be home at 10 and it's already 9:30" I told him, grabbing my bag and taking a photo of my art pieces. He nodded again.

"I just have to get changed first. Can get in my car covered in paint" he explained, grabbing something from the table, leaving the room quickly.

He came back a couple of minutes later wearing just grey sweatpants and his sneakers and HOLY FUCK he was an angel. He looked like he was hand sculpted by the gods

"Take a picture, it will last longer" he joked, but I snapped a picture, making him laugh even more.

"Let's go then" he said between laughs. I laughed aswell, following him out.