Past from the future

Memory lane

“Honey, this came in the mail,” my husband of three years comes rushing into the bedroom and gives me an envelope.

“What is it?” I ask as I sit up and take the envelope from his big hands. He sits next to me on our bed, drinking his coffee.

“Don’t know, open it and find out,” he laughs and takes a sip.

I tear the folds open and shake it ‘till all the continents are on the bed. Out falls a piece of folded paper, and a rock. I pick the piece of paper up and fold it open.

“Well, what is it?” he asks.

“It’s just an old picture of an old friend. Don’t you need to get to work?” I ask him and fix his tie, he checks his watch and his eyes widen and I laugh.

“Damn it!” he jumps out of bed, kisses me on the cheek and runs out the door. “Love you!” and then he’s out.

I chuckle and look down at the photo again. It’s me and my best friend, Anna.

She’s smiling broadly at the camera while I’m throwing my head back laughing. Her black hair neatly in a bun on top of her round face, she’s wearing a red dress with a black gown over her petite shoulders. I’m wearing a light blue dress with my red hair is curling in all directions because that morning I hit my head my shower handle and got a nasty scar , my cap is in my hand and my gown half way hanging off my shoulders. I’m sitting on her back with my arms around her neck.

I remember that day all too well, we went to a party that Alex-  my husband at the moment- invited us to, to celebrate our graduation  and we got in the car with one of his friends but before we even made it to the party  we were hit by a drunk driver on the wrong side of the road. I made the wrong choice by saving Alex instead of her, I could’ve saved her. Why didn’t I?

A week later it was her funeral, everyone came, everyone cried and soon everyone forgot about her.

I put the photo on my nightstand and get up to shower.

I strip out of my pyjamas and step into the shower, I turn the handle and let the warm water drown my thoughts. I bend to pick up the shampoo from the floor and hit my head on the handle, my hand makes its way to my throbbing head and I close my eyes. Suddenly the darkness takes over and I fall to the cold tilled floor.

I open my eyes and my head  is still bleeding and throbbing, my fingers are like prunes and there’s goose bumps all over my legs.  I stand up and clean all the blood off, I wash my hair and step out of the shower. I walk to the mirror and scream when I see my reflection.

“What? What’s wrong?” Alex barges in through the door, looking younger as well. He rushes to me and checks my body for scars.

“What happened?” he asks as he holds my face. I shake my head and turn around again. “You got to hurry up  if you don’t want to be late, darling,” he says and walks out.

“Late?” I ask and walk in to our room. All our old furniture is replacing the new and old photographs are standing where our wedding photo was placed.

“Yeah, your graduation,” he turns around and grabs his tie. “Will you please help me?” he asks with a pleading voice.

I laugh and walk towards him. “Still clueless,” I fix his tie and grab my dress.

I must’ve hit my head really bad and am now dreaming. I’m either dreaming or I went back in time, I laugh at how outrages that sounds.

“Darling!” Alex yells as I walk out of the house and to the car.

“You know you don’t need to rush me right?” I pout and fold my arms across my chest. He leans over and unfolds my arms. I turn to face him and he smiles. “Don’t smile at me! You made angry!” I laugh at his pouty face and he kisses me.