Why Me?

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IN THE CAR

"So... where do we live, exactly?" I say, unsure and confused as I watch the tall buildings and many people fly by.

"Be patient, you'll see it when you get there!" Becky says mischievously. Sigh. Why can't she just tell me? I bet if I try hard enough I'll be able to remember. As I sit and think, my head starts to pound, feeling like someone smashed me upside the head with a hammer.

"What's wrong, Willow?" Becky says, worried.

"Oh. I was just trying to remember what the house looked like." I respond quickly. Crap, I need to learn how to control my facial expressions.

"Well, don't worry about it, we're here!" She exclaims, a huge grin on her face.

I unbuckle my seat belt, getting out of the car. I stop and look at the house we just pulled up in front of. Woah. It's NICE. It was very industrial-looking, big and full of windows. It was very pretty. I can't believe I get to live here...

"Uh-uh-uhm, are you sure I've, uh, lived here? I feel like I'd remember this." I said, stuttering.

"Of course you did, dear! What's the matter?" Becky says, rushing to my side.

"N-n-nothing, it's just... it's just SO PRETTY!" I exclaim. I feel a few drops of water on my face and look up. It's raining.

"AHHH!" Becky yells, grabbing my hand and making me run by her side to the house, practically dragging me along. She opens the door and ushers me inside, telling me to take off my shoes.

I look around, gawking. "Becky, when did I move in with you guys?"

"Well, you moved in when you were thirteen, and you're sixteen now, so you've been here for three years. Why?"

"It's just so frustrating that I don't remember any of this! It makes me so mad. Why did this have to happen to me!?" I sob, tears streaming down my face. Becky quickly crosses the foyer, taking me into her arms and stroking my hair with her hands.

"Awh, love, it's okay. It's not your fault at all, you'll be okay. We will help you through this, as will James." she says, attempting to soothe me. I sniffle, wiping the tears off my face before taking a step back, blushing.

"I'm sorry for freaking out... I'm just really tired. Where is my room?" I ask quietly.

"Oh, of course! It's upstairs, if you can't find it, yell for Sam, she'll help you! I'm off to a book club for a few hours, I have my phone if you need me!" she says, walking out the door again.

I eventually find the stairs after wandering around the entire first floor. I head up them, looking at the pictures on the walls as I go. I see a few of Sam and I, a few of the whole family (Sam's family and I), and even a few of me and James. We all look so happy. I continue walking and right at the top of the stairs is an open door. I stick my head in, coughing to let whoever was in there know I was there.

"WILLOW! You're hoooooome!" someone screams, pouncing on me and knocking me to the floor in their attempts to hug me to death. Once they got off, I realize it's Sam.

"SAM! You scared me half to death! Do you WANT me back in the hospital?" I say, scolding her. She immediately gets off of me, sitting on her bed, blushing.

"Soooooorryyyy, Willow, I couldn't help myself! OH! I bet you want to go to your room and shower or whatever. I'll take you there." She grabs my hand, dragging me out of her room and to the left. We stop at a closed door and she waits. I look at her confused and she nods her head towards the handle.

"Well, open it! I'm so excited, it's like this is your first time seeing it all over again!" she exclaims. I can tell she is barely containing her excitement in an attempt to not scare me again.

I reach my hand towards the handle, slowly turning the knob and opening the door.

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