The Truth is Real

Chapter 6

I wake up with the bright early sunrise coming through the open curtains. I head to the bathroom to do my business but then I realise the windows open. I thought we never usually opened the window in here. Help my husband! He's fallen and he isn't breathing! You must send someone! Quick! I lose my balance and lean onto the sink. I rub my eyes and head. I look back at the window. He's dead! He isn't breathing! He's gone! I fall to the ground. I just need a moment to sit on the floor. "Are my memories coming back?" oh god no. Please no. I get up and turn around to face the window and open my eyes. The memories flush in. I shake with fear and shock. I don't know what to do. I shakily go down the stairs and towards my phone. As I head towards the kitchen there is a sudden urge to go outside. I resist but the urge is too strong. I go out the front door, down the stairs, through the grass and straight to the scene, where the urge is taking me to. I lay on the grass where he was and just think. I try to feel him again, smell him again, just anything to bring his memories to me. I cry, a lot, until my friends get here. I didn't even invite them but I'm assuming they booked flights when I told them the news. They don't even know he's dead. "Lauren?" someone calls, I can tell by the Scottish accent that it was Scott. "Yeah" I reply. "Are you ok?" he asks but gets cut off by Yammy who is literally screaming at me. "LAUREN" she yells. "Are you ok?" she races over to me and lies down virtually on me. "Yeah i-I'm fine" I say. "I was just watching the clouds" I must lie a bit, so they don't keep bugging me. "Omg what happened to your arms?" says Lizzie as she comes over to me. "Oh". I totally forgot about my arms. "I fell down the stairs" and fractured one wrist and broke the other arm" I say. "That do suck though" Oli calls, "I'm hungry". They all laugh, except me. "So, how is Bobby doing?" Scott asks. I flinch and wince and my eyes start to tear up. I notice Yammy and Lizzie exchange glances and Scott come and sit down next to me. Scott rubs my back and hands me a tissue from his pocket. "H-he isn't g-good" I whimper. I bring my knees up and rest my face on it. "He was so bad that, t-the a-angels t-t-took him and a-are going t-to l-look after h-him" I burst into tears. Everyone else huddles around me and gives me a big hug. I hear a few 'I'm so sorry' but I'm too caught up in everything else that I can't tell who said it. I manage to pull myself together enough to get up and go inside, everyone else following me. We turn on the TV and sit on the couch, Lizzie, Yammy and Joel are in the kitchen making drinks. I curl up in the corner of the couch and Scott sits next to me, leans in and gives me a big hug. It reminds me so much of Bobby but I'm in so much pain right now that I don't care who hugs me at this point. All I care about is being comforted and trying to get through this hard time.