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The Forgotten Diary
Chapter 3
Avery POV
At half past nine in the morning, the sound of banging erupted from outside my bedroom window. I rolled away from the offending noise; the sharp pang of a forgotten object stabbing her in the hip jolting her into complete consciousness. I sighed and pulled the garnet from my pocket. I frowned. One of the settings had been bent by my body weight. "Forever," I muttered to myself, staring at it. It was my only clue to the last three years.
I smiled and closed my eyes. The garnet still dangled above me, a clear blue sky its background, but it was no longer my hand holding it. It was larger, and had a scar on the other edge of his palm, just under the thumb. "It's beautiful!" I heard myself say, even though I knew my mouth hadn't budged a millimeter.
"It's a garnet. It's a symbol of commitment. To me, however, it means forever," answered the voice of a boy laying on my right. He seemed so familiar, and made my heart twist. I willed my phantom self to turn and look at him.
Instead, she sat up and lifted her – my – hair. "Put it on for me?"
"With pleasure." There was a shuffling behind me, then the silver chain was dangling before my face. Soon it was nestled on my breast bone and the boy was kissing my shoulder tenderly. Then, damn it, I closed my eyes and leaned against him blissfully.
"I love you," I said, the words ringing in my ears.
"I love you too," he answered, causing my body to flutter happily.
I felt a tear – very much real and present – slide down my cheek. I opened my eyes and saw my fan turning on my bedroom ceiling. "Who are you?" I asked. I wanted to know who he was. The need was so powerful and deep that my insides twisted up and I sobbed into my pillow. It was probably the only reason the noises receded to the background.
*ForgottenDiary*
The incessant banging continued into the late afternoon. More than once, I gripped my head in frustration. I was ready to scream. I ended up pulling out my daily dose of loose hairs. "Mom!" I called, stamping down the stairs.
"In the kitchen!" she returned.
I pushed through the door and saw Mom sitting at the table, book in hand and noise canceling headphones on the surface. "What's that racket?"
"Karl's working on a new project!"
"Can he stop?!"
"Go and ask him yourself!"
I clenched my fist and decided to do exactly that. I stormed out of the house. I didn't even bother with the gate. I just hopped the gate. The motions were, surprisingly, a lot easier than I expected. The thought only made me pause for a moment, barely making time to consider the implications because the noise was louder, and even more annoying.
The door to Karl's workshop was open and sparks were flying inside. "KARL!" I shouted. I looked around, but I couldn't really see him because the room was darkened by smoke. "Karl!" I repeated, louder this time. My throat ached from the smog and strain.
Finally, the noise stopped and Karl emerged. All six and a half feet of him. Damn... He was a lot taller than I remember him being three years ago. He was wiping his hands off on a greasy rag.
"Ye- what?" he asked, noticeably switching tones halfway through. For a moment, I wondered if he got even weirder.
"What's with the racket? You've been at it all day. How about giving the rest of us a break? Advil can only do so much."
Karl didn't really reply; at least, not to me. "Guess I lost track of time again..." It wasn't until then that I noticed the blue cast on his left wrist.
I pointed at it and asked, "What happened to you?"
"An accident," he replied, refusing to elaborate, nor look me in the eyes apparently. "It's actually starting to ache, so I guess I'll stop for today. Go home, Avery."
I was in such shock that I couldn't help but comply. I had never, ever seen Karl Fink look so dejected, like a puppy had that had been kicked or the girl he liked had rejected him. Against the better part of my will, I wondered what happened to him.
"Welcome back, honey," Mom said as I stalked through the door.
"Hi," I replied blankly, not sure what else to say and more than a little distracted. "Mom? Do you know what accident put Karl in a cast?"
"You worried about him?" she asked, looking at me with a curious expression, almost like she had expected my reaction.
"No," I answered. "Just... concerned. When I asked him, he kind of shut down."
Mom nodded. "He was in a car accident."
*ForgottenDiary*
I returned to my room and picked the garnet up off my nightstand. I hooked it around my neck and when it hit my breast bone, the world finally started to feel a little right. It was the only real clue I had of the last three years, and if my family wasn't going to tell me, then I just had to find an alternative route. I wasn't going to give him, whoever he was, up easily.
I pulled out my palette and brushes and started to pain the scene that I had remembered that morning. The brilliant sapphire sky, the wispy clouds, and the marked hand holding my precious garnet. It gave me hope. Hope that, even though my world felt upside down, there was a chance that I would finally remember who the boy was that made my heart ache so much.
End of chapter.
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- LeAcH