Three
The
journey home doesn’t take long and when we arrive, I got straight to my room. I
lie down on bed and stare at the ceiling with the stars. I smile to myself and
look at my desk. There is a photo album on there, I get up, pick it up and take
it back to my bed.
I rest my head on the headboard and open the cover. A piece of paper falls out
and I look at it.
This is for all the memories we had, the
ones you loved, the ones you hated and the ones I hope you’ll remember once
again. Dad.
I smile and put the note to the side. Turning another page, I see picture
after picture lined up, all with dates underneath.
I look at them and now I feel like I belong here, I still can’t remember any of
it, but I know I am home. I turn another page and come across a photo that
seems so familiar, but I can’t recall memories.
It’s a picture of me, father, mother, sister, Lis and Millie standing in front
of a large tent. The sky is navy blue and full of stars; I look to the ceiling and
wonder if it was because of this memory I wanted them on my ceiling.
I place the photo album down and go downstairs, a brilliant idea in my head. I
enter the kitchen to see mother preparing lunch.
“I have an idea” I say, she turns
round, a potato in one hand, a peeler in the other.
“What is it then?” she asks, setting
them down on the table in front of her and taking a seat.
“I found a photo of us camping with
those girls from this morning. I think we should go back” I suggest, sitting opposite
her, she frowns.
“Are you sure you’re ready for that?
I mean, what if the same thing happens to you while we’re away? You were
already freaked out; imagine being in the country side, miles away from home. I’m
just concerned for you, Lana, you know that right?” I nod.
“Of course I do and if it does
happen then we face it together. I want my old life back; I need my old life back. When I remembered
you telling me that thing this morning, it sent a warmth through me because
when I woke up this morning, I don’t know, I just felt like I didn’t belong
here. Then I found out I knew the smallest detail, it makes me feel like this
is defiantly where I belong. I’m not with strangers, I’m home.” For a second, I
swear I see a tear fall down her cheek, she then smiles.
“Okay, I’ll talk to your father. You
know that it might not bring the memories back, don’t you?” I consider this for
a moment, I did, but I couldn’t admit it. I just wanted to feel wanted once
again.
“Yeah, I do” I mutter, dropping my
face down, my mother lifts my chin up and smiles at me.
“Weather you do or don’t, Lana, I’ll
be here for you. I’ll always be here for you.” My eyes lighten up and I smile slightly.
“Thank you. If I found out that you’re
not my mother” she laughs.
“I won’t care” my mother smiles and
her eyes become lighter, weather from the fact she knows I care about them now,
or the fact that I made her the happiest mum in the world.
“That means a lot.” She puts her
hand over mine and squeezes it, I smile at her and she smiles back.
“I’ll talk to your father after
lunch. It will be soon, just waiting for the chicken. You better wash your
hands” I nod and walk out of the kitchen.
I walk down a hallway and find a small room; I push the door open and see a
bathroom. I enter and turn the tap on, slipping my hands under the cold water.
I leave them for a few minutes and look around, something about the blue
crowded walls are so familiar, like the memory is in my brain, but it’s too far
away to get. I turn the tap off and dry my hands just in time as a call echoes
the house.
“Lunch is ready”
I walk back into the kitchen, Astrid behind me. The table is set for four; she
points at a chair and looks up at me. I take a seat in it and Astrid sits
opposite. She turns and looks at father as he enters, her burnt side of her
face pointing to me. I drop my eyes to my plate as I feel rude staring, but I
can’t help. I didn’t care that it was like that, she was still the pretty
fifteen year old from the camping trip photo and the one on my desk, maybe even
prettier now, with her imperfections.
Father takes a seat as mother places a bowel with cut up chicken down, a plate
with chips and another bowel full of salad.
Mother takes a seat.
“Dig in everyone” she smiles to me.
I don’t start straight away; I just watch the rest of them. Astrid laughing at
something father said, mother slapping his hand away from the a chip he was
about to pick up with his fingers. I smile to myself as I take it all in.
I had come so far and I was proud of myself, I know I belong somewhere, and
somewhere was here. In the arms of the Willow family and although I have just
met them, they are my family.
“Help yourself, Lana” My mother
says, smiling.
I nod and grab my folk. I stab a piece of chicken, putting it on my plate along
with chips and salad. I start to eat, staring out the window as I chew. Only
the noise of mumbles going through my ears.
I wonder what I was like, the old Lana, I mean. What did I like, what did I
hate? I guess I’ll never know how I was, because the past is the past. And out
of the darkness of the accident, comes a light, the fact I’ll have another
journey. One with new things, things I’ll hate, thing’s I’ll like, love,
heartbreak and every emotion known to man.
We must leave behind the life we have planned for a one with so much more. Because
although one chapter has ended, another must begin.
“I think I’m going to rest, I’m really tired” I say once I lay down my
knife and fork.
“Okay, darling. Call me if you need
anything” I nod and get up, leaving the room and going back to my bedroom.
I put the photo album, along with the note, back on the desk and I pull the
covers back. Slipping under them, I lay my head on the cushions. I stare at the
ceiling for a few minutes before closing my eyes and rolling over and I gently fall
asleep.