ExperiMENTAL

Chapter 21~ Past To The Present

  "Guys, I have to tell you something." I couldn't believe this memory. Why couldn't I remember it until now? Why did I seem to know them before, but not remember it?

  "Yeah?" Cynthia asked.

  "Do you guys remember meeting a little girl on a playground at age 11ish? And she made a blue bird come back to life?" I asked them.

  "Umm, no. Why?" Brianna replied.

  "Wait. I remember. A little blonde girl. When I asked her how she did it, she said she brought the bird back to life. It really liked her. Then we said we'd all be best friends. I don't remember her name though." Cynthia said.

  "Yeah. You may find this hard to believe, but that girl was me. Who else do you know who can bring something back from the dead?"

  "Another daughter of Hades?" Amia replied.

  "But you see, there are no other children of Hades. I'm the only one before they banned the gods from having children with mortals. I don't know why I couldn't remember that memory until now."

  "Maybe it's just because it's a small memory among the millions that you have." Brianna suggested.

  "Maybe, but that doesn't erase the fact that I'm leaving. I really gotta catch my plane."

  "No. Like I said, if you go, we go too." Cynthia reminded me. That triggered another memory.

  After confirming our friendship, we played on the playground together. We went on the swings and played tag like little kids do.

  All was swell and fun until my dad spotted me. He spotted me as I was it and chasing the girls around the long, blue slide.

  "Maebell!" He called out to me. Of course he used the name he picked out for me instead of the one my mom picked out.

  Story was:  my mom and dad got married, but dad divorced mom when he found out she was pregnant with me. He didn't want to deal with the responsibility of a child.

  So, he left for a while, but seeing as he was financially unstable, he came crawling back, begging for my mom to let him live with us. My mom, being the generous person she is, agreed to let him live with us for a while. Even though he didn't want to take care of me, he still wanted to be considered my father, so he gave me a name that he made up for me and refused to call me anything else.

  "Sorry, guys. My dad's calling me!" I told them.

  "But he called for Maebell. Your name is Marki." Amia said.

  "Hehe, he calls me Maebell for some weird reason. I guess he likes that name." I said, oblivious to the real reason at that time.

  "Oh, okay. Will we see you again?" Brianna asked.

  "Probably not. My dad doesn't like me making friends. He says it increases the risk of someone finding out what I really am."

  "What do you mean?" Cynthia asked.

  "I'm not normal, but there's nothing to worry about. I was never here." I told them. What I didn't notice was my dad creeping up on me and figuring out what I was doing.

  "Maebell, did you make some friends?" He asked me.

  "No, father. Just talking to some strangers." I replied.

  "That's dangerous. You shouldn't just talk to strangers."

  "I know, father. I'll try harder to keep safe next time."

  "But wait!" Cynthia called out. "We're your friends and we can't loose touch with you!"

  "I don't know what you're talking about." I replied, trying to avoid dad's wrath.

  "If you go, we go too." She smiled at me, reassuring me.

  I felt my dad's hand pulling me away. I let myself  be pulled out of the park by him and into the nearby parking lot. After we were out of view from any civilians, he turned to me. He tightened his grip on my arms.

  "I told you, you can't make any friends. Didn't I make myself clear?" He used a really aggressive tone which scared the life out of me at the time. When I didn't reply, he only tightened his grip on my arms so it left bruises. At this point I started crying.

  "Did I make myself clear?" He asked even more aggressively and louder.

  I nodded my head and replied, "yes sir."

  "Good. Now forget them, because you'll never see them again."

  "But father, they were really nice and I think they could keep my secret. I don't think a couple friends could really be that bad." I tried.

  "What did I just say!? You ungrateful child, this is all your fault. Your the reason why you can't make friends! Don't you see that. Now forget them before I make you." I remember this speach giving me my first mental breakdown.

  This was also my first time rebelling against him before my teenage years.

  "No. I don't wanna forget them. They were amazing and I wanna see them again someday."

  "Well that day's going to be very far away." He warned. In his struggle to get me to budge to the car, he pushed me to the ground. My head hit the rock hard, black pavement with a thump, causing me to loose consciousness.

*end of flashback*

  That must be why I couldn't remember the memory until now. I got knocked out and had short term amnesia. This made me hate my father even more.

  "Marki! That's the second time you've passed out. What's up?" Amia asked me.

  "I keep having this memory. I don't know why, but I have a feeling it's important." I told them.

  "Well you can sit down and tell us, 'cause your flight just took off." Cynthia informed me.

  "Damn. Okay, so..."

  A/n: So after spending the evening with Missmapleleaf and TheDarkEmpressKitty, they convinced me to update today. I hope this is a good look at the type of father her dad was and a good look at why she acts the way she does towards friends nowadays. Please listen to the song, because I think it really fits with Marki's childhood exceptionally. Next update to come soon~

  ~~~Sugar~~~