Scaring The Crows

Chapter Thirteen

3 Years later

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I took my pills. I slowly turned the pill bottle upside down into my hand: last two. I cupped my hand and swallowed them, letting the empty pill bottle slip from my grip. It hit the floor with a small thud amongst the other empty pull bottles. A few gulps of water washed down my medicine. Life was one boring routine.

As I walked downstairs I held by bulging belly with one hand. I would never get used to this. My mother looked at me with the same sick look she gave me every day, a mix of disappointment and sympathy. "Your brother is coming round today, be nice"

"Fine" I sighed, sitting on the sofa as I sipped my water. I had read somewhere that drinking lots of fluids was a good idea so I took no precautions when it came to help and health"

"He should be here anytime now" my mother sighed, looking up from cooking as the doorbell rang. I didn't get along with my brother (he was very close to his drink) and I had only seen him once since I got pregnant, and that was when my fiancé left me without a goodbye. She opened the door and greeted my brother as if he was an angel.

"Hey sis" he smiled, slumping down next to me on the sofa. I could smell the alcohol on his clothes and it smelt familiar. "Sorry I'm late, how's the baby?" He asked.

"Ok I guess" I sighed. "You've been drinking, again" I sighed. "It's going to end up killing you"

"A little whiskey won't hurt" he smiled, showing me the half empty bottle in his hand. The label looked so familiar, but I couldn't remember where from. It was lost in a memory. "You look tired. Pregnancy is a tiring thing apparently. Of course I wouldn't know that from first hand experience" he chuckled.

"Morning sweetie" he smiled, hugging me softly with a small kiss to my cheeks, making me blush. "I hope you slept well. I made you some breakfast. Come down when you feel like you're awake, I'll keep your breakfast warm for you" he smiled softly, walking out of the room.

"I love you Jonathan" I smiled, standing up. When I walked out of the room he was waiting for me, with his arms open. I ran and hugged him, giggling. It was all so perfect. It was like it would never end. My lips met his again and my cheeks flushed a bright red. I'm blushing again.

"I love you Kristie" he smiled. "Always"

I sat up abruptly from my dream as my mother sat on the edge of my bed. "Morning sweetie" she smiled, sitting a tray of breakfast on my bedside table. She then sat some orange juice next to me with a soft smile. It was then that I realised something. Him. It all reminded me of him. But I couldn't remember who he was.

I carefully got out of bed to look around. The whiskey bottle, the breakfast, my mother's reading glasses, a notebook and that smile. The 'morning sweetie'. I needed to go back to that place. I needed to remember. Follow your gut instinct. I needed to go to that place, somewhere. An asylum? I don't know.

I quickly packed a bag and included the objects (except the breakfast, I was eating for two anyway) in what I had decide to take. I rang the airport to see if they had any spare tickets and she informed me that they had a ticket on a plane to a place called Gotham. Hmm. I needed to get away anyway, so I booked the ticket.

"Mum I'm leaving" I shook, trudging down the stairs. She looked at me in shock.

"Kristie, you're four months pregnant. I'm not letting you just go to the airport, get on a plane and leave to go to some unknown place" she yelled. I held my head.

"I'm going and that's final. I'm going to find Jonathan" I blinked. Jonathan? I had no idea who this guy was, but I assumed it was the one I thought I could remember. Maybe I was finally going crazy like everyone said. I rang for a taxi and carefully pulled my coat on.

My mum helped me outside and helped me place my bag in the passenger seat as I sat in the front. We didn't live far away from the airport. After a ten minute drive, I paid the driver and thanked him for helping me out, to which he replied 'You're pregnant, I kind of have to help'

I collected my ticket and smiled at the woman before cruising through security. Sitting in an empty chair in the departure lounge, I rubbed my belly softly and hummed to my unborn baby boy. He'd never know his dad, he left me. I sighed. I had to think positive, maybe this 'Jonathan' could help me.

No matter how much I attempted, I couldn't recall any memories. A side affect of the medicine and tablets. Slight memory loss. I shrugged.

Breathing deeply, I stood up as I heard the boarding call for my plane. I grabbed my bag and walked through the long, daunting corridor to the plane. I was apprehensive about flying, plus I didn't want to sit next to a freak or someone who is very critical of other people.

luckily I was sat in a window seat so I could catch a glimpse of this new city: Gotham. It sounded like a nice place. Getting comfortable, I began to read through the notebook to find any clues that could help me with where to go. I took the newspaper article that had been pushed into the cover and looked at the headline. 'ARKHAM INMATES REBEL'. Arkham Asylum, sounds like an interesting place.