Stuck

"Forgive me, Katie, but I have to do this. I'm sorry".

I gasped, waking up from the strange dream.

That voice. It was Kyle's.

I couldn't have mistaken it for someone else. I was one hundred percent certain.

I blink several times trying to figure out why his words seemed to have left me shaken and the way he had said my name, it was filled with so much love and meaning.

It was too much.

I slightly shivered and pulled the blanket close then I remembered I was in my Aunt Hilda's house. It wasn't home, but it was comfortable.

My Aunt prepared a medium room for me.

She said it was supposed to be for her second child, but she lost the baby, so it was locked up until my mother called her a few days ago about me staying here for a little while.

I tried to plead with them not to do this, but both mom and dad agreed that it would be better for me to stay away, far far away, for now. Like a safety precaution of some sort.

But against what, I had no idea.

I tried reason and practically the puppy dog eyes but their decision was final.

Kelsea tried to convince them too but it was no use. She sulked the whole time I was packing but she had ended up helping me out anyways. She even offered to lend me some of hers saying it would make me miss her less which I think goes for her more than me.

I sighed knowing my parents would miss me too and I am already dying to get in touch with them but I promised myself I won't talk to them for a while.

I'd like to play stubborn and rebel a little just to show them that they can't just ship me off and pretend that it was nothing.

It was everything because now I had no other choice. I was stuck.

I threw the blanket off of me and got out of the single bed leaning against the wall with a small window draped with a soft pink curtain.

The walls of the room were painted white with pink floral decorations. At the foot of the bed, a few inches away from it, was a chair and a mirror. On the opposite side of the bed was a big cabinet where I took the time to place my clothes neatly and farther away from it was a table and a chair with a desk lamp on one side, a study table.

The floor was not carpeted but I was okay with the tiles. It complemented the pink of everything in here.

I sighed for the second time.

I'm not into pink. It was too girly. Kelsea and I had agreed that pink was a happy color, and we didn't like it that much.

I got on my feet and padded, barefoot, towards the door, wanting to get out of the stuffy room, running a hand through my hair.

I lazily slipped out of it and found myself face to face with my cousin.

"So that's how you look like when you just woke up, tsk". I slapped his stomach with the back of my hand while he chuckled, slipping his arms around my neck.

"Aw, come on. Dinner's ready and it won't be nice to keep the food waiting".

Dinner.

I didn't realize I had slept all throughout the afternoon. I arrived at around 1 pm and slept right after I had fixed my things in the cabinet then woke up to Kyle's voice.

I felt my chest tighten just thinking about him. All this mystery stuff and my family's shut mouth was leading me right off of my sanity.

Who was Kyle Jason Meridez in my life and what was the deal talking about him in my house and what on earth happened to my memories of the night I met with an accident?

Where did they all go?

Had they gotten flushed in a toilet or something?

Ugh.

I thought of Kyle's words and it haunted me.

Forgive me Katie, but I have to do this. I'm sorry.

But why?

Why do I need to forgive him?

And why, why was he sorry in the first place?

The questions would only keep piling up. 

I have yet to find the answers.

And as of the moment, I have no idea where to even start looking.