We Got Drunk, Woke Up In A Motel Room.....Married! And This Doesn't Bother You!?

14. A Trip Down Memory Lane & Sunflowers

So here it is after so long. I am sorry for the massive delay, but it's here at last. This chapter is a bit disjointed, but if I can ever make it better, I will one day come back to it and write it up so it reads and flows better. But since I have had alot of requests to upload, I figured what the hell. Enjoy X.

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The days continued each morning with me waking up panting, covered in cold sweat, shaking and trying to rid myself of the empty feeling of being alone. The nightmares continued and no matter how exhausted I was becoming, they still made their appearance each night.

I was truly beginning to look like the living dead, but I didn't have the energy to do anything about it. I barely had the energy to get out of bed in the morning and get to school, let alone even brush my hair.

My days at school were spent gazing out of the window, not paying attention to anything or anyone. It felt as though I was suspended in time, whilst I watched everyone speed around me. As though I was watching a video tape on fast forward. My lunch and free time was whiled away in the courtyard or the art room, where I continued my staring into space. I avoided the lunch hall to spare myself from constantly repeating the words 'I'm fine' over and over.

My time at the house on the weekend were spent in my room, doing nothing but staring into space and avoiding my aunt and uncle. Every time I was unfortunate enough to pass my aunt, I could see her giving me a disapproving glance.

But I didn't care.

I didn't care that I was currently avoiding my new friends.

I didn't care that I was letting my work and grades slip.

I didn't even care that I hadn't even attempted to come up with an idea for my photography project.

I didn't care.

I felt as alone and empty as I did when I first heard the news. Nothing would ever be the same, so was there really any point in trying?

Sunday night was different. I did dream, but it wasn't the usual torment. It was oddly nice. It was a past memory....

“I'm not talking to you,” the little five year old huffed, as she crossed her arms and turned on her chair, causing her red pigtails to swing on the sides of her head. She had turned away away from the man sitting in front of her and was now facing the kitchen counter. Her plate of chocolate chip pancakes lay forgotten on the small round table.

The man chuckled, amused by the little girls pouting face. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a lean body, with a naturally tan skin tone. His dark hair fell in his eyes, his bright blue eyes, which sparkled with humour. The same eyes as his little red haired fireball.

“And why is that?”

Upon hearing this, the little girl practically glowered at him. Anyone else would have been shocked, to say the least, but the man simply put his hand in front of his mouth, in order to hide is smile. She sure did have a temper.

“Why do you think?”

“Oh, you think I forgot, didn't you?” The man said, with mock seriousness, although his eyes were still glittering with laughter.

She just simply narrowed her eyes in answer to him.

“Did it ever occur to you, that just because you didn't see my present with all the other ones, didn't mean I hadn't gotten you one?” He smiled down at her, trying, and failing, to look stern. “And you didn't even bother to open the other ones. Shame on you.”