Chapter 7 (Spot's point of view)
This bond between us
Can't be broken.
I will be here,
Don't you cry.
-"You'll be in my Heart" by Phil Collins, from Tarzan
I was kind of worried because Memory had practically ignored me all day. That wasn't a normal thing for her to do. I was going to ask her about it after dinner, but she already seemed fine by then, and I didn't want to upset her. I really liked Memory, which was weird because I hadn't liked a girl since I was real little; actually not since the fire. I had always liked Amanda, but I never told that to her brother and cousin. In fact, I never told anyone, that's what made her death so hard. What most people don't know is that I'm a year younger than Jackie. Amanda was a year younger than me. I was only nine when she died, so I couldn't have been in love, but I definitely did have a crush on her. There'd never be another like her.
I had no idea why I kept thinking about her now. It had been eight years, and I hadn't thought of her in three years. I hadn't let myself think of her. So what was bringing up all these memories?
Memory? Was it her? Maybe I was starting to like her too much. Maybe I felt that I was betraying Amanda. The main question running through my mind was how could I be betraying someone who was never mine? Only my heart knew the truth.
I spent a crazy night trying to figure out why I would be feeling like this. Since I was still awake at sunrise, I decided to go to the roof. I skillfully climbed the stairs of the fire escape. It took me a minute to realize that someone else was there.
"Hey, Memory, why aren't you asleep?" I asked.
"I keep thinking of that guy. I'm so scared he'll find me, the worst part is that I don't remember what he did to me," she said quietly. I could tell she was close to tears. We stood there in silence for a couple minutes, pondering our separate thoughts. I had to resist the urge to hug her, to protect her from things that even she couldn't see.
"Spot, who was she?"
"Who was who?" I jerked away from my musings.
"The girl who broke your heart. I heard some girls talking about you, so I asked Race why you dated so many girls. He said you had specific tastes. So, who was it who broke your heart?"
I looked at her for a couple minutes. How did she know? Could I really tell her? I barely knew her. I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't.
"You don't have to tell me," she said, when I didn't answer. "I didn't mean to pry."
A second later, she slipped down the fire escape.
SO's:
Sami: I'm glad that you like the short chapters, as well as the relic idea.
Ashley: I'm glad you liked the chapter. BTW, the url didn't lead me anywhere.
