Forgetting you - ninja choco (top ten ebook reader TXT) 📗

Chapter 1

Chapter 1:

 Deep breath in, hold it, hold it, now release.

I swung the door open, my heart thundering and sweat beading on my forehead. I hated Fridays. I quietly stepped inside; my bag feeling like it weighed more than it actually did. The house was silent but I didn’t release the breath I was holding as I crept inside and shut the door. My exit was sealed and now there was no other way to leave.

I walked forward and slipped upstairs, my shoes gliding over the marble floors. It was a beautiful house with its old structure and wide spread rooms. I peeked into the living room and sighed with relief when I realized ‘he’ wasn’t home. I walked towards my room next to the stairs and opened the door.

 It wasn’t anything special; in fact it was quite plain with a single bed and table. The bed sheets were a pale green with a flowery design that seemed drab and depressing. The table was covered in paint and had ink patches across it symbolizing that it was old and weathered. I placed my bag onto the floor and leaned against the door.

Pain.

Blood.

Amber.

Cold.

I collapsed to the floor on my knees and waited for the tears. Nothing came, I could never cry. I silently grabbed my discarded bag and rifled through it till I latched onto my old Nokia. It’s screen flashed and winked at me and I checked for any messages. Nothing.

Tendrils of blonde hair fell into my face and I brushed it off, my thoughts drifting onto why ‘he’ wasn’t here. It wasn’t that I was upset; truth is I was actually quite pleased. He wasn’t here to hurt me, to hit me, and to make me feel horrible. My phone started buzzing in my hand and I glanced at the screen. Mum.

I pressed the answer button, and impersonating the best happy go lucky voice I greeted her.

“Honey?” her voice buzzed through the earpiece. I felt like crying. I hadn’t heard her voice for a long time.

“Hey mum” I croaked then laughed nervously. “What’s up?” I heard some rustling, whispering and then giggles, before she answered. “Sorry baby, I won’t be home for some time.” More rustling and whispering. “Can you tell dad?”

No, I thought, I don’t want too, because I want you to be home and stop cheating on dad. I want you to save me for once. But instead I replied “sure.” And before I could say anything else she had already hung up. No goodbye, no see you later, and no love you.

I dropped my hand limply to my side and gently slammed my head against the wall, staring blankly at the roof. We were meant to paint my roof black and stick glow in the dark stars. We were meant to be laughing and enjoying ourselves, but that never happened. A lot of things never happened. Like that birthday, that mother’s day, that forgotten Christmas. Those things we forgot, those things we never celebrated.

The light was dimming outside; the stars and the moon were coming out slowly. I stood up, my school uniform hitting my knees as I brushed the creases out. I crossed to the table and gently grabbed the frame which was poised on the surface. Three smiling faces smiled upon me. Three faces that weren’t aware that their lives were going to change forever. The faces belonged to my dad, my mum and my brother.

 Where was I? I was there, but I wasn’t in the photo. That day I hadn’t felt like joining. Sometimes I wished I had. Sometimes I wished I had gotten up from that bench and stopped reading that book and entered that moment. Then I’ll always have that special picture before everything changed. Before everything fell and broke around me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The girl sat there, the sun gleaming onto her blonde hair and casting an unearthly glow around her. Her face contorted in concentration as she frowned at the book which lay in her hand. It was a thin paperback and looked much worn. She bit her nail and then glanced up when her name was called.

“Winter!”

A boy, not much older than her, thundered in her direction. He shared the same features as the girl. With the same delicate bone structure, lean body and narrow nose, the only difference in eye color. His eyes were a deep brown, the color of coffee beans and hot chocolate, while her eyes were a pale green the color of grass. 

“I was calling you for ages” he stressed as he grabbed onto her arm and flashed a toothy grin. It was a smile that had many ladies falling towards his feet and praising the ground he walked on. The girl, known as Winter, hid her pleased smile and shot him a false annoyed look. “I was reading”, she answered in a snobby voice with her nose turned up. He rolled his eyes and tried to grab the book; however Winter was faster and was able to hide it behind her back. “We want to take a photo” he said as he tried again but failed miserably when she kicked him lightly on the shin. “I don’t want to be in it”, she said stubbornly. Her chin jutted out as she grimaced at the thought of smiling at a camera and having all her imperfections caught on screen. “But—“she raised her hand firmly and silenced her brother. “Go,” she ordered.

The boy frowned and pursed his pale pink lips before racing back, his long legs carrying across the expanse of the greenery. “You’re going to regret it…”

But the girl was already bent over her book.

 “I don’t regret the things I’ve done; I regret the things I didn’t do when I had the chance”-unknown

 

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:

Bang.

The door banged downstairs and I shot up from the bed, listening for any sudden movement downstairs. My breathing was restricted to shallow intakes as my hands shook nervously. I felt sweat begin to gather under my armpits and I tucked the quilts more firmly around my body.

There was slapping of feet as it ascended the stairs and I froze as I saw a shadow stop in front of my door. I stayed silent as I prayed for divine intervention but my luck wasn’t present today. The door began creaking open slowly and then it banged against the wall. I winced at the noise and stared at the man who was illuminated by the light behind him.

“I told you not to close your door” he whispered in a frightening voice. Shivers travelled up my spine and Goosebumps broke out on my skin. He inched closer to me as he flicked the light on, the light flashing on in an instant. His eyes were a cold brown and his blonde hair fell messily into his face. He cracked his knuckles as he removed his leather belt from around his waist and held it tightly. I pushed my back against the bed frame as he walked up to me. The wood pressing against my thick sweatshirt.

Clutching the photo frame forcefully in my hands I watched him silently as he snuck up to me like a predator. He raised his hand with the belt in it and lashed out at me. My hands flew up to cover my face as I tumbled out of the bed and the frame smashed into pieces next to me. The glass jabbed into my skin as the leather slid against my body harshly.

Whack, whack, whack.

His eyes were lit up in pleasure. His smile stretching out across his face as he watched me silently. 

Pain. So much pain that I could hardly breathe.

Blood.

Amber.

Cold.

Lights.

Nothing came out of my mouth but I was silently screaming. No one would hear, no one would come, and no one would make him stop.

It was a while before he stopped, before he got up and left. I laid there on the floor, my mouth opened in a silent scream as pain shot up through my body. My hands numbly felt around me for the photo and came across the shattered frame. It was broken…

 

 

 

 

The boy smiled gently at the girl who sat next to him. Her blonde hair was messy and her eyes were blood shot. “It was me wasn’t it?” she said, breaking the silence as she stared blankly ahead. The boy placed a hand on her head and made her look at him, his kind brown eyes peering into her soul.

“If he broke up with you it’s his lose” he replied confidently. He was always confident, always happy and always there for his sister. He wrapped his strong arms around his sister and held her closely, his breath fanning across her face and picking up loose tendrils. “It’s going to be okay” he whispered now, his voice feeling like silk.

He petted her hair as he fell back onto his bed. She lay on his chest and she grabbed his shirt and let the last tears slip out. She had thought he was the one. Or at least she thought her judgment was better. “I was going to give you this on your birthday, but I think you need it now” he said breaking the silence. She looked at him through sad eyes as he sat up and detangled himself from her.

He stood up and walked towards the table and opened a drawer at the side. The wood slipped easily and he pulled out a something. The girl straightened her back and tried to peer past him to see what it was. He quickly hid it behind his back as he turned to her and shot her a cheeky grin. His dimples revealed themselves as his teeth flashed and his eyes crinkled at the edges. “Here” he said as he handed her something.

It was a frame with a beautiful intricate design and a purple butterfly. It glinted and smelled of polish as if it had just been cleaned. The girl stared amazed at the photo inside. It was from the time they were at the creek, with her parents and her brother. She looked up gratefully at him and opened her arms wide open, her eyes glistening with renewed tears. Her brother bent down and they embraced tightly, the frame pressed in-between them.

“What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce.” ― Karl Lagerfeld

 

 

 

Chapter 3