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The Forgotten Diary
Chapter 9
Avery POV
I spent the next few days reconnecting with my family, and I had Lindsay over a few times. We skillfully avoided talking about Karl or anything related to my mixed up feelings. So, when I was sitting alone in my room, staring at the painting of the memory of the garnet, I started thinking about what I should do. So I pulled out the diary, which I had yet to tell anyone about, and started reading it again. When I got to the section about Karl confessing to me, I checked out the date stamp. I had to do a double take. It was tomorrow, or, at least, two years ago tomorrow. I flipped forward to the smidgen about the first date. Three weeks later.
A pang hit my heart. I couldn't help but feel desolate. It was almost funny, the situation. I was the one who had forgotten the anniversary. Like I said, almost.
I sighed and got up. I had to do something. Even though my heart was in a spiral and my head felt like a tornado had ripped through it. Even though I wasn't sure what I should do, I just knew that I had to do something.
I walked out of the house and through the gate. "Karl!" I called, expecting him to be in his workshop. He wasn't there. I sighed and kept walking. I had to find him. I walked around the house, the front yard was empty. I knocked on the door and his mother informed me that he wasn't home. So I started walking down the street. I trusted my feet to tell me where to go.
I don't know how long I was walking, or where I turned, or even if I brought my phone with me. I just know that when I looked up, I saw Karl lying down in the middle of a meadow. His shirt was blue, I noticed, and it looked good on him.
"How did you find me?" he asked, staring at the sky.
I rubbed my arms and learned that my feet were killing me. "I don't know," I responded wearily.
"Why don't you sit?" he said. When I was settled about a yard from him, he continued. "Why are you here?"
"I was looking for you."
He looked at me for the first time. My heart started to pound. "Why?"
I chuckled lightly. "Am I being interrogated?" My voice was weak. I must have been wandering for longer than I thought. For the first time I noticed how exhausted I was. I decided to lay in the grass as well, my eyes still trained on Karl.
"No..." he responded, looking up again. I wanted him to look at me again.
"I wanted to talk to you," I said. "I wanted to apologize. I've been pretty horrible to you lately. I think I was just confused, with the amnesia and everything. I've been pretty screwed up. To be honest, the first day I was back home, I found out that I had a boyfriend, and that my family was trying to hide him from me. I was pretty angry, you know, at first. Then I started to wonder why he wasn't coming around. If he really cared about me, he would want to see me, right?" He cringed. I gulped. "Sorry..."
"Keep going," he requested. He was still looking at the could, but I was glad he was listening. "Then, when I found out it was you, I guess I just didn't know what to do... how to feel... how to react..." I paused for a long time. "Then I found a diary that I'd kept. It was hidden, which is why I hadn't seen it before. The entries were really short, but they told me what I wanted to know. Karl..."
He turned his head to look at me. I smiled.
"I want to get to know you again. I want to know what the girl who wrote the diary knew. I all ready know that you're not as bad as I remember," I chuckled slightly.
He scooted until he was close enough to wrap his arms, well, arm, seeing as we were laying on the ground, around my shoulders. I tingled where he touched me. He closed his eyes and touched his forehead to mine. "I was wrong," Karl whispered. "You are her, you've just forgotten. I'm sorry."
I closed my eyes, comfortable. "All is forgiven."
We lay like that for awhile, until the temperature started to drop. Karl helped me up and offered to drive me home in his truck, which was also blue. I think I just figured out his favorite color. He opened the passenger side door, which had a slight dent in it, and lifted me up. But when he shut the door, my head exploded. It was like all the pain I'd ever experienced in my entire lifetime was multiplied and decided to attack at that moment. I blacked out.
TheForgottenDiary
I woke up in the hospital, again. But this time, Karl was sitting at the bed, sleeping by my shins and using his arms as a pillow. He looked adorable. I sat up, slowly, because I didn't know exactly what happened to put me here, and reached for Karl. I stroked his brown hair and watched as his expression relaxed. I smiled contentedly, he always looked so peaceful when he fell asleep. I remembered one time...
I paused...
I remembered...
"I remember." I grinned like the Chesire Cat. "Karl, I remember now. I love you."
"I love you too," he responded, cracking an eye. "Now lay down, it's the middle of the night." It was only ten o'clock.
I giggled. "I think it would be smarter if we got the doctor." I looked for the remote and pushed the red button.
Moments later, a nurse in floral scrubs walked in. "Morning, sweetheart. How are you feeling?" She checked my pulse and my temperature, then told me she was going to find the doctor.
"Good," Karl yawned. "I was waiting for her to leave." He stood up and looked me in the eyes. "Do you really remember? Don't lie to me."
I pulled him close and drew him in for a kiss. When we pulled away, our breathing was slightly heavy. "You're really cute when you're asleep, you know," I said.
He smiled, really smiled, and my heart fluttered. Damn, how can he still do that? "I believe you now."
"Good," Dad growled from the door. He tried to sound menacing, but I could hear the note of amusement. "Now step away." Karl moved to the other side of the room and Dad gave me a hug. "The doctor will be in soon. Your mom and siblings are at home."
I nodded. "How are they?"
He grinned. "Putting your room back together. We had to take a lot out when we found out about the amnesia. I have to say, I never expected Karl to be the jumpstart to so many of your memories, instead of a hindrance. I'm sorry, honey."
"Actually, I think I remember everything. It's hard for me to be certain though, it's kinda disorienting," I responded. "And it's okay. I understand. I hope they have fun getting all my paintings back on the walls… Where did they hide them anyway?"
"A friend of Tyler's offered to hold onto them. Do you remember Mikayla?"
"Yeah. She's nice. I don't think she would have harmed the artwork."
"She put them in her own art locker," he replied, a slight chuckle in his voice.
Just then, the doctor walked in and gave me a once over. He said that they wanted to run a few tests on me, but that I looked to be perfectly okay. He then started to ask me a few dozen questions, just to see if my memories had come back completely. They were mostly things I learned in school, and thus very easy to answer.
TheForgottenDiary
A month later, Karl and I were walking down the street, holding hands, and enjoying the last few breezes of spring. I was very happy to be away from that hospital. I'd been there at least once a week since I got released; and it wasn't even because I was sick. It was because Mom was paranoid and the doctors were only looking me over to placate her. Apparently, she missed having Karl around to talk to every day. I leaned my head on his shoulder. I couldn't really blame her though, he was pretty great.
"Hey, Avery."
"Yeah," I replied, the contentment floating through my voice.
"Happy Birthday."
I looked up at him and saw that he was holding a small yellow box. I took it from him and opened it, right there in the middle of the street. Inside was a bracelet with a single charm on it: a ring. Engraved on the inside I saw the word Someday. I smiled up at him and kissed him. "Thank you." I couldn't wait for someday.
End of Chapter 9.
Only the epilogue is left. :)
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