KATE
‘I will help you remember’.
What that mysterious stranger has said seemed to bother me although I have no idea what he meant.
Remember what exactly?
Did he know something about me that I didn’t?
The fire crackled and it danced in my line of vision. Some of the people in our circle had started to hum as one of our group strummed the guitar.
They were playing a familiar song.
However, my mind was elsewhere.
It was bothering me that the mysterious stranger seemed familiar.
All too familiar to be exact.
KATE I felt like the entire universe had fallen on me. My body was weak and it was difficult for me to open my eyes. Tons of bricks were like shoved inside my head, it was throbbing. I managed to open my eyes and found that I was lying in bed. I was back at Aunt Hilda’s and the events from last night was taking their toll on me. Groaning, I got myself up and squinted at the brightness of the room coming from the sunlight outside. Did I run a marathon last night? Why do I feel so tired all of a sudden? Well, I still have no idea what I was doing back at Aunt Hilda’s. I was supposed to be at a camp with my friends.
MATTI felt sorry for her.The pain was slowly killing her from the inside and though Kyle had made that choice to save her, it was almost the same as if he had killed her instead.I can’t just not do anything.Katherine didn’t deserve to suffer.She was too good for that.But seeing her confused and not knowing what was going on made me regret interfering with her present.Did I make the right choice?I took a deep breath and sighed as I watched her from afar.It breaks my stone-cold heart to see her get killed little by little day
"Smile for the camera". My mother said as she made a dash to find her place beside dad on the front. I felt Kelsea's nudge before the camera clicked and captured what supposed to be our new family photo for Christmas. It was the third Christmas picture that she had to nudge me supposing that was my cue to smile. As per usual, I didn't and as soon as the madness was over, I took my seat at the table and mooned over my plate of pasta. I know that it tasted wonderful as the rest of the food on the table. But I could hardly appreciate anything. I actually hadn't appreciated anything at all. I was literally a walking dead. I also felt that everyone around me wanted to say something but instead they seemed to respect my silence and ignored me for the rest of the meal. While all of them went for the gifts after eating, I decided to pick up the trash. I tugged on my sweater as the cold wind hit me while I dumped the heavy black bag inside the bin. I let out a sigh and slowly trailed m
Part 1I know him. I know his name, age, favourite things, family and friends. I know every single thing about him. But what I don’t know is how exactly do I know this when I can’t even remember what I got to do with him?
Two nights ago, I heard my parents talking about me, my education, and the accident. I'm not a fan of eavesdropping, but I had to hear something, anything about that night I can't remember. It would have been easier to ask. I had already tried that before I left the hospital, but none of them wanted to tell me. They kept their lips shut and won't allow me to go out or talk to any of my friends. They were undoubtedly keeping something from me. I was imprisoned in my own home. But I was dying to know the truth. So I really didn't feel guilty except for the part where my dad blamed himself for what happened. "If only I had stopped her, Elsie, none of this would have happened." I heard my father say, which had instantly formulated a scene in my head: I was off to go somewhere, but with whom and why? "It's not your fault, Dan. Neither was it Kyle's." Hearing his name somehow jolted something inside of me. That unexplainable pain within the depths of my soul made my brow furrow
It was suspicious. My mother gathered all of us in the living room. Kelsea was called from her apartment. She had moved out five years ago. She now shares an apartment with a roommate and lives side-by-side with her boyfriend. It was a three-hour trip by car. Usually, Mom gathered the family when there was a huge announcement. I silently prayed that she doesn't go in front of us in the living room and look so sick she might throw up. Most of the time, when she did that, it was horrible news, and I didn't need any of that right now. But when her eyes met mine, I just knew that whatever was coming was inevitably something I wouldn't like. "Kate, honey, I'm really grateful to have you back after that terrible accident. Heaven forbid, I could have lost a child, and I honestly do not know how to take that." Dad pulled me close and planted a kiss on the crown of my head while Mom was yet to be done with her speech. "I know that you think we're being paranoid, ridiculous and everythin
"Forgive me, Katie, but I have to do this. I'm sorry." I gasp, jerking myself from the nightmare. That voice. I couldn't have mistaken it for someone else. I was one hundred percent certain. It was Kyle's. I blinked several times, trying to figure out why his words seemed to have shaken me and how he said my name. There was something endearing to it which made no sense. I closed my eyes, reaching for the memories that I had lost. If only I could recall a significant detail of that night, it would make this less confusing. I shivered slightly and pulled the blanket close. The soft touch of the linen on my skin reminded me of where I was. A tired sigh escaped my lips. I was far from home, but Aunt Hilda ensured I was comfortable. How can I be selfish and not appreciate her effort? But she couldn't take it from me to keep yearning to go back. A huge mystery still needed to be solved, leaving me restless. Had my family been open to discussing the events of the incident, I migh
It was April 23rd, one month after the accident. So far, my bruises had somehow healed except for the tiny violet marks still visible. However, I looked a lot better than the last time I looked in the mirror. It was still summer in the Philippines, which made me puff out a great sigh the moment I realized that I'd be doing nothing while waiting for my parents to send me home to them, to Los Angeles finally, so I could at least have my life back. Things wouldn't be different, but I'd feel more like myself. I'd be in school with my friends Daisy, Jennifer and Lauren, and I'll find Kyle and ask him directly. That could be one of the many reasons my parents wanted me to be here so that I couldn't see Kyle and I won't be able to find out what happened. I chewed on the insides of my cheeks and drifted into my subconscious. I didn't count out the possibility that Kyle might have been my boyfriend or best friend, something like that, given that there was no other reason why I knew every s