Silent Memories (Emery Scott)

Chapter Two:

                                                                                                                            The Kook's she loves in her own way.

Emery Scott

I felt numb when I stood staring at my boxed-up bedroom. My chest was tight, my hands clammy the nerves slowly consuming me. What did I have to be nervous for? It's not like I'm moving cities or even countries, I am merely moving a short 30 minutes away.  I think it's the thought of missing out on the memories they will be making with Auden, no longer being able to wonder downstairs for a family breakfast. I know that when I do get to enjoy these things again, I will treasure them.

A single tear escapes and rolls down my face. I pick up the box with the books I had chosen to take sighing as I walk towards the door.  I feel as if I was leaving a little piece of me behind in this room. I know it sounds silly but there is this part inside of me that's ready to welcome the change whereas there is another part of me telling me I am about to make the worse decision of my life.

My legs feel robotic as I walk down the stairs, passing all our family photos. I stop just before I reach the bottom of the stairs where the photo of my mum and dad hangs, my mums beautiful golden locks cover a part of her face as she holds my dads chin, the tip of her tongue poking out, my dads face straight and serious as his eyes look towards my mum. This photo was taken when my mum was just a year or so older than me, it was one of my favourite photos that they shared.

I brush my finger over the photo one last time as I muster the courage to walk towards the door, a sad smile forms on my lips as I walk through the front door to where my dad is packing up the car. I place the box in the boot of the car advising my dad that only a few more boxes remained. My mum insisted on collecting the boxes to make sure I had everything she noted on her list. My dad always teased her about her little lists but in all honestly, I loved them and I did enjoy making them. It helps with the nerves and makes you feel somewhat in control.

"My little girl" My dad mumbled as he pulled me into a tight embrace a kiss placed upon my head. I know my dad hates expressing his emotions, that is where we are a lot alike, I don't do big emotional moments because the minute I do the tears follow and I hate feeling weak.

"Dad, come on. Don't go all soft on me" I whine as I try to break free from his tight embrace. We hear a snap of a camera only to find Auden taking a photo of us. He loved taking candid shots of the family even if some of them turned out to be absolutely disgusting, he says one day he's going to show us every photo in a film so we can remember the special moments once more.

My dad and I pose for a couple of photos, Auden giggling at our funny faces. My mum wonders down with the last few boxes her face stained with some tears. I open my arms for her to join our embrace which she gladly accepts, crushing us in a tight bear hug. My dad places a kiss upon her head the same was he did with me resting his head upon mine we stand in each other's arms for what felt like forever but in reality, was seconds. Auden snaps away with his camera capturing these special moments smiling at us in the process. I open my arms for him to join and he giggles as he makes his way into our cuddle.

"We are going to miss our little girl" My mum croaks as tears roll down her face.

"Mum we haven't even got in the car yet" I whine as I wipe the tears falling down her soft cheeks. She sniffles pulling me into another hug.