Chasing Memories and Dreams: Chapter One
A girl who witnessed her brother stabbed to death at the age of 10 finds herself lost and alone. 6 years later at the age of 16 she realizes that her only way out may be for her to do everything he said he wanted to do.Seeing as one of the dreams they shared was backpacking she sets off to London where she finds a friend, the truth and most importantly herself.
Chapter 1:
"No please! Sam doesn't die...." Those are the words that kept running through my head the last words I said to my brother before he left me alone in this world.
Ever since Sam died I haven't spoken much I just get terrible flashbacks as I had to watch him die. I think it was my fault I just watched the muggers stab the knife into him, I just cried like the weak kid that I was ...watched him bleed to death. And now 6 years later I'm a weak 16 year old girl who doesn't have a life either because I wear glasses and black all the time or just because I don't talk much.
"Jade! come on downstairs we're going to the cinema then dinner and please where the yellow sundress I bought you and not another pair of black skinny jeans with ugg boots... Moms great she really is but the fact is that Sam looked like her except he was a boy and I know that dad like me can't bear to be with her or look at her like me without seeing his green-grey eyes too."Emm...I have a lot of homework to do mom", I replied when I was actually planning on isolating myself in my room in front of the computer, yep the World Wide Web was calling my name." Jade...please honey just does this with me ok I need to know it's your brother's birthday he would've been 21 today and I need you to..."
Hearing the sadness in her voice I cracked but couldn't leave my room. my voice cracked a reply,"im sorry mom I can't. After that I heard a door bang guess mom went out alone, without me she's probably going to the bar down the street.
I could search the web for hours I can't imagine what loners like myself did back in the ancient times without the internet...they probably sobbed alone in corners haha.'hmmmm wow cool', I thought as I came across a website I found on googly search engine that's banner read" are you looking to put it all behind you for a while? Well then London is the place for you" It was so appealing for so many reasons. one cause it was far away and two because I wouldn't have to live in house with people who depressed me although I loved them...my mind was settled I was going to London which is apparently the place for dreams to come true, well ok maybe just a faraway place to get away from everything.
Living in a country where its hot most of the time then deciding to run away to a place that only has a month of warm weather can really make you wonder if you really want to run away especially if this means you have to break out all your savings for a ticket and new clothes and other essentials. The mall was stuffy and hot and it smelt of hotdogs, sweat and perfume yuck...not a good triple combo. My look these days are mostly punk and whatever is black really, I feel like I'm in mourning most of the time so I might as well look the part.
I prefer shopping alone because there is no none to judge my choices or say, "it looks good", but you know by their fake assuring smile they don't think that at all ,whether it comes to clothes, or feelings or talking, I can only trust myself. I eventually left the shop with 4 shopping bags, a soda, a tatty suitcase which I thought was a decent looking although a bit dusty and a purse full of cash I withdrew. I guess I also wanted to go to London because it was where my brother always said we were going, well he said we were backpacking across Europe when I turn 16 and seeing as I'm alone guess I just thought id backpack across England instead. With my shopping and wishful thoughts I headed back home to pack my things before mom and dad got home from work, now all I needed was a fake passport.
(Well that was my first chapter of tracing memories hope you enjoyed it though the second chapter is more exciting when she finally reaches London peace...aaqeelah.
"No please! Sam doesn't die...." Those are the words that kept running through my head the last words I said to my brother before he left me alone in this world.
Ever since Sam died I haven't spoken much I just get terrible flashbacks as I had to watch him die. I think it was my fault I just watched the muggers stab the knife into him, I just cried like the weak kid that I was ...watched him bleed to death. And now 6 years later I'm a weak 16 year old girl who doesn't have a life either because I wear glasses and black all the time or just because I don't talk much.
"Jade! come on downstairs we're going to the cinema then dinner and please where the yellow sundress I bought you and not another pair of black skinny jeans with ugg boots... Moms great she really is but the fact is that Sam looked like her except he was a boy and I know that dad like me can't bear to be with her or look at her like me without seeing his green-grey eyes too."Emm...I have a lot of homework to do mom", I replied when I was actually planning on isolating myself in my room in front of the computer, yep the World Wide Web was calling my name." Jade...please honey just does this with me ok I need to know it's your brother's birthday he would've been 21 today and I need you to..."
Hearing the sadness in her voice I cracked but couldn't leave my room. my voice cracked a reply,"im sorry mom I can't. After that I heard a door bang guess mom went out alone, without me she's probably going to the bar down the street.
I could search the web for hours I can't imagine what loners like myself did back in the ancient times without the internet...they probably sobbed alone in corners haha.'hmmmm wow cool', I thought as I came across a website I found on googly search engine that's banner read" are you looking to put it all behind you for a while? Well then London is the place for you" It was so appealing for so many reasons. one cause it was far away and two because I wouldn't have to live in house with people who depressed me although I loved them...my mind was settled I was going to London which is apparently the place for dreams to come true, well ok maybe just a faraway place to get away from everything.
Living in a country where its hot most of the time then deciding to run away to a place that only has a month of warm weather can really make you wonder if you really want to run away especially if this means you have to break out all your savings for a ticket and new clothes and other essentials. The mall was stuffy and hot and it smelt of hotdogs, sweat and perfume yuck...not a good triple combo. My look these days are mostly punk and whatever is black really, I feel like I'm in mourning most of the time so I might as well look the part.
I prefer shopping alone because there is no none to judge my choices or say, "it looks good", but you know by their fake assuring smile they don't think that at all ,whether it comes to clothes, or feelings or talking, I can only trust myself. I eventually left the shop with 4 shopping bags, a soda, a tatty suitcase which I thought was a decent looking although a bit dusty and a purse full of cash I withdrew. I guess I also wanted to go to London because it was where my brother always said we were going, well he said we were backpacking across Europe when I turn 16 and seeing as I'm alone guess I just thought id backpack across England instead. With my shopping and wishful thoughts I headed back home to pack my things before mom and dad got home from work, now all I needed was a fake passport.
(Well that was my first chapter of tracing memories hope you enjoyed it though the second chapter is more exciting when she finally reaches London peace...aaqeelah.
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