chapter 2

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its Saturday its the day to party , i missed my little sister my mom and dad and my life with them .
Mike texted me on our group he was excited and he was telling me that he will come to my house before the party too  . its 7:00 pm i dressed up and i was ready for the party, the bell rang i opened the door Mike and Matt were holding bags and they came in and started to prepare for everything . its 8:00 pm i went to Cara's house i knocked the door she came out all i see is black with black just black i didnt know what to do, we looked at each other and we stayed for a few minutes .

"so hey ... i came ... no .....i want ....i was .... listen we are making a party so i just came here to tell you if you want to come and change {i looked behind her }you know what i mean " i said nervously .

i waited and gave her time to answer but as usual nothing at all just a darkness moment . she looked at her watch and i understood what she meant .

"oh okay , the party is today at 8:30 pm well thats mean after half an hour .......... so you are welcome anytime .......please try to come " i said

she looked at me but still no answer she didnt say anything or gave an expression just silence as usual so she closed the door ..... and still she didnt answer . its 9:00 pm everybody came , music is on ,everybody is enjoying , dancing , singing and having fun but i was  waiting outside i mean waiting for Cara i was wondering if she will come or not , and if she came would she talk or dance or do anything ?!? or she would do as usual.
i was looking at the stars then a shade came over me i looked down i saw a black jeans black shoes then i raised my head up a little bit i saw a black shirt in that moment i was thinking its a funeral not a party then i looked at her face and oh my god its Cara Smith ! i didnt believe it she smiled then i was sure that she is Cara as usual she never talks we entered together nobody  believed it too , all of them opened their mouths and everybody started talking and whispering , so she went and sat and i sat beside her she looked happy but she didn't   want to  show it  , i looked at her neck then my heart beats moved too fast , i saw a tattoo , it was a  black broken heart same as mine but she have the other half, so i decided to talk to her no matter what was her reaction , i took her hand and  moved away from the music and everybody ,i looked at her as im angry but actually it was the best moment for me .

"listen i dont care if you will answer me or not i just cant keep this to myself and its all about you . a few days ago i was dreaming about you about a car accident and you saved my life ,  the other day i dreamed that you're my best friend , and the other day about the tattoo the same tattoo which we both have , and i want to be honest  every time i see you around my heart beats move fast i dont know why i have this feelings but i feel like i know you before but the problem is that i dont remember anything , but my question is do you know anything about me or about what im telling you now ?" I said and my tears are falling down from my eyes .

she looked at me for a few minutes but she didnt answer but she cried like she know something about me or she want to say somthing but someone is telling her "dont talk"  she just left without saying goodbye or saying anything, she just left me alone i kept on   thinking of her and feeling so sad .
its 1:00 midnight everybody left , me and Mike and Matt cleaned up everything till its 1:49 they went to their houses , i was tired i went to my room i changed my clothes and i opened my laptop there was a paper written on it "memories all what you need " i started to think who wrote this to me and for what !  in the  other hand I started to think of what i am going to do when my parents come tomorrow , i went to the kitchen i started to clean then i went to the rooms and cleaned it all , then i went to our garden and cleaned all the mess they did . its   3:22 am i  went to my room i laid on the bed and started to think of that sentence like who wrote it for me . i was thinking so much  until i fall a sleep .

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