Astrid is an artist who creates incredible masterpieces inspired by her dreams and visions from her vivid imagination. But lacking memories of her life before one ominous day in a forest, has caused her to live a disconnected life.
Only when she en...
The sun was low and the sky was adorned with a delicate mix of blue and yellow. Nature's artist painted its very own watercolour of a peaceful day. A gentle breeze brushed across Amber's cheek, and played with the ends of her long, curly, red hair. It hung loosely over her shoulders and the warm colour stood out against her black school sweater.
These days she tried her hardest to find excuses to postpone going home. She'd go to friends' houses, go and hang out in town, by the local lake, anywhere but the flat. For even though her parents made up after their disagreement, she couldn't help but notice the change in the atmosphere at home, and indeed her mum. Astrid now moped about at war with herself and Amber no longer knew how to reach her.
She dragged her feet. She could see the flat building edging closer and closer. When she reached the outer door, a sigh left her as her hand rummaged inside her school bag for her keys. She unlocked the door and made her way to the flat.
The predicted silence within her home struck her in the heart. She missed the laughter that it once had. She was so hopeful that once Astrid's memories came back, an invisible weight would've been lifted from her shoulders, instead many more seemed to get piled on.
Amber quietly placed her bag down by the door and tip-toed through to the kitchen, where Astrid was busy cooking dinner.
"Hi mum," Amber greeted her mother sombrely.
"Oh, Amber! I didn't know you'd be back for dinner," Astrid said with a smile, though happiness did not reach her eyes. "Don't worry though, there should be plenty."
"Okay, thank you, Mum."
Astrid turned from the stove and looked at her daughter. The look she found on Amber's face caused worry to plague her mind.
"Is everything alright, Amber?"
"Yeah, fine." Amber turned to leave but stopped when she heard her mother sigh.
"No, Amber, I can see things are not fine. What's wrong?"
"I," Amber began, but shook her head. "I don't know…"
"Please tell me. Is it me? Have I upset you?"
"No, Mum. You haven't upset me… Just everything. Everything is strange now. I thought, once you could remember what happened to you, things would be better… But…" Amber bowed her head as the words to communicate any further thoughts escaped her mind. A tear crawled down her rose coloured cheek.
"Oh, my Amber, don't cry."
Amber felt Astrid's arms wrap around her.
"What happened?" She heard True ask.
She glanced towards the open kitchen door and saw him standing there. His face dropped at the sight of her.
"We need to talk. All of us," said Astrid, firmly. "We need to clear the air once and for all."
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