Remembering
August 1st started wet and rainy. The wind was blowing and the streets were empty. Madaline woke to her bedroom window rattling. There were tears on her cheeks. She'd been dreaming about the most wonderful things. Mountains, and lakes, and trees. Paradise. She'd been dreaming that she was a little girl, and that was the place that she lived. She had dreamed that everything made sense. She had dreamed that she was happy.
That was the day she began to remember.
Madaline's brain was stinging. Burning. Like something was desperate to get out of the depths of her mind. She awoke, got out of bed, dressed, and got her umbrella from the coat rack. The wind whipped at her face, but she kept walking.
She walked until only the stars lit her way. The rain had stopped. She looked all around, wondering why her thoughts had brought her to this place. She was by the Thames river. She was in a small statue garden, and there were trees around her.
Thinking that the wind had just picked up again, she looked around, and her new memories jabbed. A man wearing a bow tie walked out of a blue box, and she stumbled back. He stumbled back, two. Madaline remembered this man. This man that looked so young, but was older than the Earth.
She remembered this man standing in an unknown room, a tear glistening on his cheek. She remembered that this man had visited her, faithfully, every month. They'd played games. He taught her about his life, and her life, and the place he was from. He had gotten angry at the people who took care of her when they didn't give her what she wanted.
This man was her father.
*Thanks for reading! I'd love reviews, and sorry this chapter is short.*
