“I had a Good life then”
“I’ve had this, voice for as long as I can remember. Its been following me around and i just can’t shake it. Doc, I know you’re just trying to help but I don’t see the point to all this, I’ve told you the story a hundred times over and still you persist on asking for this stupid…ughh!” Josh looks around the room, noticing shades of green and hazel brown, the walls littered with painted trees all in a soft silver tone. It always made him feel slightly at ease being in the forest near his home town so the nature, even if fake nature, made him feel a bit more at home here. “I know your frustrated Joshua but we need to go over this until you understand what you are saying, this memory of yours, lets take it from the top shall we? This is the only way I can help…and you can help yourself.” Dr. Deumon inclined as he scribbled the pen on a sheet of paper, Josh calls it the Doc’s black book. The candle light flickers as a gentle breeze wisps into the room. The Doctor sees the curtains flurry with the passing of the winds and decides to move to the window to close it up. ” Fine Doc, whatever you say. It started when i was young, very young about five or six….”
My mother, she came home from her usual shopping that evening, i remember it as if it where yesterday. She was wearing her yellow dress she always whore on Sundays before we went to church. Father wasnt home yet, he usually took off on the weekends to go fishing or something but he was normally home by now. Mother hadn’t heard from him since he left on friday morning after his night shift however she was still stunting a warm and casual smile, acting as if nothing was wrong. I can’t even remember if we had went to church that day or not but i can clearly remember coming home only to see my fathers, friends car in our driveway. I think his name was Grant, or maybe Garrett, I knew him as uncle Jim, or that’s what mum always called him: “little Jim.” he was waiting on our porch wearing the same old camo baseball hat and his red work shirt but this time he had a sour expression on his face. I always picture him as a jolly, happy to live type but that day, was completely different.
I looked over to mum, at first i thought she was happy but then i saw her eyes turn bloodshot red! She slammed the gas and before i knew it our car had jumped over a few brick stairs and crashed into the window, or maybe it was just the small Porcelain angel doll mother had gotten as a gift from Gran? I was like five, you can’t expect me to remember the details here Doc.
Josh looked over at Dr. Deumon only to be met with a gaze deprived of any emotion.
So anyway Mum gets out of the car yadda yadda, she starts yelling at him about dad and then, then she just collapsed and io remember seeing a flash of white in her hand at the time but, I can’t place what is was.. I unbuckled my seat belt and…
” Hold it! you never mentioned that your mother crashed into your front yard, you always said that she had stopped abruptly in the road, climbed out of the vehicle and confronted him, harshly?”
“Fine, just thought I could have a little fun you know?” he says as he chuckles at the doctor being once again met with silence. Dr. Deumon stood up gently as he took him dark cup of coffee in one hand with his black book in the other; “I’m going out for a smoke now, care to join me Josh? It could get your mind back on track so we can take this seriously again…”
To be Continued…
So what did you guys think… I’ve been trying to write short stories or maybe a short book but always got bored to easily and this is my solution, I don’t know if it will work but lets see if I can write little bits at a time to keep my interests intact? Please show some support if you enjoyed and if you want to see where the story goes from here! Thanks guys and ughh bye.. I guess!?!?