Memories,sweet memories.They are the reasons for the smiles on our faces, the sparkle in our eyes,the reasons we laugh.
Claire keeps her memories in numerous forms, pictures,journals,recordings etc.
It's her form of therapy,but there's one memory sh...
"I Knew You Were The One When I Realised Your Smile Was My Heaven,Your Laugh My Favorite Song And Your Arms My Home." -Steve Manaboli
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Chapter 15
I woke up feeling groggy, and tired. I cried myself to sleep, it was Friday, and I haven't prepared for my biology project. The structure was done, so was my verbal presentation, but was I prepared? I wasn't ready for it, I wasn't ready to look everyone in the eye and utter a few words into existing sentences, in description of my structure.
I wasn't ready to get up, out of my bed and be alive. I wasn't ready to leave home and put up masks, in disguise of my pain and sorrow, I wasn't ready to face Zachary, to face my parents, to face the fact that, another day has gone that Emily has left. I wasn't in the mood for Todd's glinting eyes and mesmerising eyes, the comfort of his hugs, engulfing me in safety and saturated warmth.
The sound of his calm heartbeat, like a lullaby to make me relax. I wasn't sure, how to tell him that ' Im just peachy' , I wasn't sure how to answer Brianna when she calls, or texts me. I haven't answered her messages, or her calls it's the same sentiment towards Todd, I felt a pang of guilt swarming up my heart and mind. I ignored the two people who constantly check up on me, even though I've just became aquatinted with Todd recently.
It felt as if we've been close for more than just a few days, I hopped out of my bed with a migraine that could kill anyone. Rubbing my temples and muttering words of positivity, was my first step right now, I jumped up and step on something, which caused a jolt of pain up my foot.
" Oh for the love of the almighty!" I shout in wincing pain and grabbed hold of my foot, I peered down to see what I had stepped on. It was my memory box, all of my memory boxes. I had boxes filled with memories, albums, photos, letters, sweet wrappers, goddamn you name it.
Being Sentimental was always a big weakness for me, since childhood, it was profoundly hard to give up any memory, regardless of it being implanted in my brain, I chose to keep things in memory, to remember the feeling. I must have dug it out, when I was emotional last night.
I shoved all the boxes under my bed, putting back some in my cupboards and shelves, after clearing up my room, I headed to the bathroom to have a quick shower. My reflection in the mirror was disastrous, I had chapped, swollen, pale lips, red, sleepy eyes, a birds nest of hair and pain within my eyes.
I've been looking at myself in the mirror lately, noticing my painful expressions. I wasn't always like this, why couldn't I be happy anymore? No mattered how hard I tried, sighing, I jumped into the shower and washed my troubles away.
Scrubbing my hair with Strawberry shampoo, I massaged my temples to get rid of this painful headache, it felt like an annoying four year old stuck up in my head and constantly yelling and banging two frying pans together. Once I was done, I towel dried my hair and slipped on a little black dress, with lace sleeves.
