Memories Read Count : 96

Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

Trigger Warning

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I don't remember how I got here.  Everything is just empty.  Yet also blurry.  I thought I saw a pink light, so I headed towards it.  I can't tell how long it took me to get there, it could've been seconds or years.  Eventually, I did make it.  The light is coming from a sphere.  I held it in my hands.  Suddenly, I remember.  I remember being five.  It's the first day of school and I'm... I'm scared.  But my dad, he picked me up and swung me around.  "Oh, my baby girl," he says.  "Don't be afraid, I'll always be here for you." It all vanishes as the bus pulls up.

I miss him.  I need to find him.  I look around and almost instantly spot another pink sphere.  I race towards it, hoping to find a way out.  Without hesitation, I grab it.

I remember again.  But it isn't my dad this time.  It's a woman... My mother.  This time I'm ten.  My mother is reading me a book.  "And they all lived happily ever after.  The End," she finishes.  All of her stories ended like that, and I loved her for it.  "Good night sweetie.  I love you," she said, as she kissed me on the cheek.

Suddenly I'm back again.  Back in the emptiness.  I see another sphere in the distance.  This one is blue and makes me feel... different.  I touch it warily.

I'm brought into a dark room, my bedroom again.  I'm twelve now.  I hear a knock on the front door, down the hall.  "Hello?" my mother answered.  I knew something was wrong. 

"Is this the Peterson's residence?" asks an unfamiliar voice.

"Y-yes... What's wrong officer?" my mother stammer, tears at the back if her throat.

"It's... it's your husband.  He was in an accident with a drunk driver.  I'm so sorry, ma'am."

"No!  No, it can't be!  He has a little girl and- and-" my mother sobs hysterically.  

A few minutes later she comes into my room.  We're both crying.

"Mom, Dad's not coming back, is he?" I cried.

Before she can answer, I'm back in the nothingness.  I stand there for a minute.  Then I head towards another sphere.  This one's pink again.  I touch it, hoping for something good.

I'm sixteen and at a wedding.  I'm in a bridesmaids dress.  No, I'm the maid of honor. I look over to see my mother, in a beautiful wedding gown.  She looks perfect.  She looks happy.  Happier than she has in a long, long time.  I'm happy for her.  I walk over and hug her.  We cry again.  This time, it's tears of joy.  

When I came back, I felt better.  I saw another sphere, another blue one.  But this one isn't glowing.  I didn't want to touch it, but I felt I had to.  This one was ice cold.

This time, I'm 17 and had just had an argument with my mother.  I feel so worthless, so alone.  It's been like this a lot lately, us arguing, me feeling sad for my self.  I don't think it can get better.  I go into the bathroom.  I open the medicine cabinet.  Hands shaking, I open bottles.  I take a bit of everything, hoping it kills me.

And it does.

But the memory doesn't end there.  Suddenly I'm looking down at my limp, lifeless body.  My mother knocks on the door, gently at first.  She wants to apologize.  When I don't answer, she knocks harder, more frantically.  She calls my name.  She kicks open the door.  She freezes for a split second, then pulls out her cell.  She calls 911.  "I can't lose you too!" she screams, over and over again.

I'm back in what I can only assume is Purgatory or some form of it.  There is one more sphere.  This one is colorless.  I don't want to touch it.  But I do.

I wish I didn't.

I'm at a funeral.  My funeral.  Everybody is there, all dressed in black.  I see my mother, sobbing, with my grandmother by her side.  "She was such a good girl," I hear people say.  There are so many people.  They're all crying.  They all feel guilty.  Especially my poor mother.  

After what feels like an eternity, I return to Purgatory.  I look around.  There are no more spheres.  There's nothing.   "Bring me back!  I'm sorry!" I cry, but I make no sound.  I'm stuck in this place.  I just want to go home.  But I can't.  I can only cry.

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People care about you.  Please don't forget that.

Comments

  • I liked it I could relate to a few things.

    Jun 15, 2018

  • The spheres thing reminded me of the Disney movie with the emotions, but this is such a sad story

    Jun 15, 2018

  • I liked it a lot good job

    Jun 26, 2018

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