Beep Beep, Thump, Owwwwwwwww!
*Sigh* the sounds of my sister in the morning. I’m fortunate ‘cause while she has to go to school, I get homeschooled by a girl called Emily. Why you ask? I can’t answer that, because... I don’t know. To be honest I can’t remember much from when I was a kid, my sister doesn’t either. That’s probably because she has a brain the size of a grain of rice and the memory of a mouse.
Honestly, I think my Mum likes yelling at me! I slump out of bed and shuffle to the door. All I can hear are the sounds of an average family morning, yelling, cereal falling into the crimson coloured hbowls and the groans of my sister. Obviously, she doesn't want to go to school.
“YOU JUST FAVOUR PETER!” I hear my sister yelling.
Well, my mother does favour me more than my sister.
I suppose I’m just lucky.
What if you used to go to school?
What if you made dumb mistakes?
What if you loved to hurt people…
“The romans use to love blah, blah, blah, blah.”
That’s all I hear in my history lesson with Emily. My lack of attention proves that, even though she is about my age, she is much smarter than me ( I’m emphasizing “much” LOTS)! When Emily realises that I am not paying attention, she looks at me, as if she is considering something. Wait! Was that a tinge of fondness in her eye? Surely she doesn’t have a crush on me. Unless she’s older than me, but still then it’s even weirder. But my thoughts are stepped on, when she walks over to my mum and asks whether I can go with her for a history trip. Awesome! At last something useful in life.
What if you were flying a kite.
What if you were only 3.
What if you tripped on a rock while flying the kite.
What if you hit your head.
What if you couldn't remember your name.
So your current name..
Isn't actually your name?
I’m standing outside an aged fun house with half of the place fallen down. As if a pack of rhinos had a massive rampage through the place and it crumbled, like a piece of paper.
Emily starts talking about it, but I’m not paying attention. There is only one question eating at my brain like a pack of wolves.
“Do you ‘wanna have a look inside?” I say without looking away from the ruin.
A flash of fear shows in her eyes but is gone in a heartbeat, then she nods slowly and starts shuffling towards the fun house. I follow, It’s dark inside and we can’t see anything. Emily starts talking again, but this time with a tremor in her voice, as if she’s afraid of something. Then, out of nowhere, a floating cloud passes over us, leaving a strange sensation. This is followed by another, but passes straight through Emily’s body. I gasp as I get a whiff of the bitter cold that these unseen creatures bring. At last, they all go away and we both stand there dazed. But something doesn’t feel right. I realize that Emily looks . . . . different, her face looks like she has face paint on, so pale, and she is wearing baggy clothes that are way too big for her. She almost looks like… But before I can confirm what she looks like, she steps into the light.
What if the day you realize everything is wrong…
Is your birthday?
But you can’t remember,
Cause you banged your head.
“Get away from me!” I yell, backing away so that I don’t get too close to the creature Emily had become.
I stare at her puzzled.
“Your mother caused this.” She says in a croaked voice.
“That's not true!”
“It's the truth.”
“No it’s not, YOU’RE A LIAR!!” I can’t believe it, I don't want to believe it, no matter what she says my mother will always love me, she loves me more than my sister. Then Emily starts toward me.
“Come, join your family.”
I gasp as she lunges for me, like i’m the last lollie in a shop full of kids.
Why can’t I remember what happened next?
Your whole life…
Is a LIE.
I don’t know where I am, the ground is hard and bitterly cold and when I go to lift my head I bang it on the ceiling. I open my eyes slowly. The image that I was greeted with is not the one I quite expected. Dirt? A worm falls onto my face and I flick it off trying not to panic. I now know where I am, I also know who did this.
But out of all people……… Why her?
Why my own mother?
But what if she isn’t my mother?
That’s when I notice my pale face, over large shoes and clothes. And then i realise.
I’m me. But I’m not me.
Then everything comes rushing back.
I remember hitting my head on that rock. But it wasn’t the kite. She pushed me. The person I thought was my mother. I remember getting shoved in the bag. It was cold and itchy.
I remember my real mother’s screaming in the night, for me to come home.
I remember my fake mum threatening to feed me to the clowns, for they were my worst fear.
I remember all the secrets, all the terror and all the lies.
I remember... everything.
While I was lost in thought, I didn’t realise that Emily had dug up the hole and was standing over me, still in her creepy new figure.
“Are you ready to go?” She asks, as if I had to make