Forgive & Forget (On Hold)

Chapter Three

The smile faded from my lips, there was nothing to be happy about. I was staring into the face of the person that forgot their life, along with the very person I was, why should I be happy? This is not joyous, in any means. Maybe I should let it go, there is no point fighting a battle I am sure to lose. No one will tell me what happened, and I’m pretty goddamn sure that if I knew, I could get to grips about how long I will spend my life like this.

Now is not the time though, I need to get to grips with my life and how I am going to be spending it for the rest of my life.

“Joe take your sister up to her room whilst I make some dinner” Joseph nodded, gesturing for me to follow as he took a small staircase upstairs. I was amazed at the size of the house. It looked so small from the outside but it was considerably larger on the inside, I mean it’s no mansion. I followed upstairs where the house started to get a bit cramped; it was cosier than it was cramped but I’m guessing that’s a good thing.

There were three rooms, one directly opposite me, one to my left and another next to it. They were rather close so I assumed they were small but then again I couldn’t tell the size of their rooms from just outside. “This is your room” Joseph called out, bursting my train of thought as he pushed open the furthest door away from me. I caught sight of the room but only a small section. The wall paper was pink, a light pink but pink none the less but it was covered by a mix of posters, some of what I am guessing bands and other of cool art work. I stood still for a moment, taking in the brief glimpse of the room. “You can enter your own room you know” He snapped angrily. I nodded my head and moved closer, freeing a path way to the stairs. He smiled sarcastically at me as he brushed past and stormed downstairs; getting a lecture once he reached the bottom. I laughed to myself and entered the room. I was amazed by the state of it: it was clean. I mean it was almost spotless. Nothing was out of place, everything was just so tidy. The only thing that looked out of place was me.

I slowly closed the door behind me and sat down on the bed, covered with a lilac coloured bed sheet, taking in my surroundings. It wasn’t what I expected but when today had anything? But it was nice, the room was a light pink but a majority was plastered with different posters to hide such a girly colour. The carpet was completely clear of mess, and just general junk which made moving around in the tiny room just that little bit easier. Right next to my bed was a television, a large array of cables hiding behind it from the different machines underneath.

“I guess I could get used to this room” I whispered to myself, there was no other way out of here unless I moved out and, I doubt that will happen any time soon. I have no clue how old I am so it may or may not be legal for me to move out on my own. I got up from the comfortable bed I was just sat on and walked over to the window. The sight was amazing: trees sprouted up in the distance as there were many rolling hills covering my view. It was so peaceful and stunning to look at that I could sit here for hours just to clear my already empty mind.

“Chris, it’s time for dinner” I looked away from the window and over to the doorway where Joe was hovering, looking irritated by something. I nodded my head, dismissing him so I could go downstairs, I was starving but it was only recently I was told by the woman, who I am guessing is my mother, said she was making it. That was quick, or do I have no concept of time what so ever? It really didn’t matter; I should really eat some kind of food to get my strength up. I strolled out the room and down the stairs into the tiny dining area where both my mother and Joe were sat, a plateful of food sat central on their place mats.

I took the last seat, well the one with food in front of it any way, waiting for everyone else to tuck into their food before I did, just so I didn’t look like a pig and so it wasn’t rude. I looked over to Joe was stuffing his face as mum scowled at him, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. He immediately stopped eating and looked over towards the woman who had hit him, a questioning look on his face.