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The Forgotten Diary

Chapter 6

Avery POV

"Karl!" I called again. He cringed and started to move faster. Oh no he didn't! I picked up the pace and managed to overtake him quickly. "Karl!" I repeated, stopping in front of him and holding my hand out. "Hello! I was calling you."

"And that means I should listen?" he replied. I couldn't help but notice that his snark factor was seriously low.

"It would only be polite," I answered.

He seemed to consider my words, almost… did I sense some amusement? "I am nothing if not polite. What is it you want?" He crossed his arms, annoyed.

"I have some questions, and I have a feeling you know the answers, and that you might be more willing to elaborate than my family."

"And that would be because…?"

"You hate me and want me to suffer."

He winced. He tried to hide it, but didn't do such a good job. Seriously, what was wrong with him? He was almost as bad as my family. I sighed.

"So?" he grumbled.

"Any clue who the mystery boy is that my family has conveniently decided not to tell me about?"

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't. And I'm pretty sure that the doctor suggested it."

I was starting to get really tired of our standoff. "Who is he?"

He clenched his teeth and tried to walk around me. "I'm done here."

I reached out and grabbed his upper arm as he maneuvered past. "Karl?" I asked, trying my very best not to let my anger taint my tone. "Why won't you answer me?"

"You said so yourself," he replied after a short pause. "I do so love to torture you, and telling you would ruin the fun."

I released him, shocked. I mean, I knew he was cruel, but I didn't realize he could be quite this cruel. Intentionally not telling me information that was basically making my life even more complicated and difficult than it needed to be. Grrr... I turned and stormed back into the house. I was up the stairs and sitting on the landing staring down at my parents before I knew it.

"Your turn," I stated. "And fair warning, I'm in no mood for avoidance procedures right now."

ForgottenDiary

After an hour of talking to my parents, I returned to my room and flopped down on the mattress. Stan clopped in right after me and curled up beside me. We lay there in silence.

Suddenly, Stan jumped over me so that I was looking him in the face.

I rolled over. I was grateful for his warmth, not so much for his company. My heart clenched painfully. He knew. This whole time, he knew that I was in agony over the mystery guy, and he knew exactly who he was. Stan was supposed to be my best friend. I pulled my pillow over my chest. "I wish he were still a mystery," I muttered into the down.

"Avery," Stan said, resting his nose on my shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry sorry sorry. You're all sorry, yet none of you ever told me. I should have been told."

"Do you know why we didn't?"

"I'm experiencing it right now," I snapped.

We lapsed back into silence. I didn't have anything else to say, or rather I was unable. I found that I couldn't get my vocal cords to work.

ForgottenDiary

The next morning, I rose from my bed before dawn. I stared at the wall that I painted the garnet on and tried to match the boy from my memories with the one from that vision. After a while, I realized that this was the exact reason why nobody told me that the missing boyfriend… was Karl Fink.

My chin started to wobble and tears welled in my eyes. Sobs choked my throat and I fell on the ground, unable to take it anymore. Not only was he the boy that caused my nightmares, he was also the boy who haunted my dreams. I was amazed that my body still had moisture after all the crying.

"I want my memories back!" I yelled.

None of my family came near my room, probably wisely, or maybe it's because they were all still asleep. I breathed in deep, and hobbled back to my bed. I couldn't fall back to sleep - I'm afraid to admit that I was afraid of what my dreams might hold - so I stared at the ceiling till Mom tapped on my door.

"Avery? Honey?" She tapped again, but I didn't answer. I did look at the clock though. It was ten in the morning. "Okay. I've brought you some breakfast." There was a clatter. "I'll just leave it here then."

I heard her leave and opened the door. A tray of pancakes, fluffy and white, and bordered by strawberries and blueberries sat on a glass plate. They were accompanied by a glass of orange juice and a creamer container full of syrup. In the corner was a small scrap of folded paper.

Don't worry. I didn't cook.

The note was in Mom's handwriting. I bit my lip. If she didn't make the food, then who did? My first thought was Dad, but he can't really cook either. I blinked. Maybe…

I didn't let myself finish the sentence. I wasn't hungry either, so I just popped a strawberry in my mouth and closed the door again.

End of Chapter 6.

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