forget, forgot, forgotten ?

Alex is an really normal girl. When she is 12 she falls in love with a boy while on vacation. When they return the next summer everything is perfect. They keep in touch but over the year the contact slowly fades away. When the next summer comes around he isn’t there. In a moment of complete anger and heartbroken she deletes all the contact information. All that’s left are the pictures. Almost directly after she feels miserable. A whole year go’s by and she is sure they will never meet again, a summer passes and she stay’s home. But almost a summer later she sees a clip on youtube, and there he is. Singing on the X-factor. Will they be reunited? And does he still remember her?

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4. chapter 4 - opening up...

Terschelling - 2005

 

As soon as we were in the house i kicked my shoes out and put on some comfy big socks. I opened the door to the living room and we sat down on the couch. I started to walk around a bit, looking into the cupboards. I was still trying to make up my mind. I don’t open up to people that simple, so it would be really hard. Though, I did feel like I could trust him. I walked back to the couch. Niall was looking pretty confused. “If you don’t want to tell me it’s fine really.” Awhh, he looked so cute while he was slightly uncomfortable. “No no, it’s okay. uhmn, it’s quite a long story. Do you have the time?” “I don’t have anywhere to be love. You got my full attention.” Well, here goes nothing. I had no clue how to start the story. I could see niall’s expression turning worried; I really hate people worrying about me. Here it goes…

                Well, I was 9 I think when I realized some cracks. I thought of our family as a happy one, my parents didn’t have any fights or disagreements. They both worked late, like every day till 6 o’clock. I never was a lovely kid though. I was like the social kid and had lots of friends. When I came home early one day I saw that my parents were already there, I could tell by the cars on the lawn. I was really happy, them both being home early. I walked in on them arguing, my dad holding my mum, and my mum trying to fight out of his grip. I got scared and ran to my friend’s house. I was crying at the memory at this point, but a light smile cracked my lips. My original plan was to go to my closest friend who lived like 5 minutes running away, but I knew that they would go there first. So I ran to a neighborhood close by were my other friend lived, they didn’t actually know of her existence so I knew they wouldn’t find me. When I returned home I saw my uncle at the lawn. I got pretty scared and I tried to slip away without him noticing me. He saw me, “they are not mad love, but they do want to talk.” He looked at me as if he felt extremely sorry for me as I went into the house.” It was not what it looked like pumpkin. We had a little fight but everything is okay now. “I knew better I think, but I think I got blinded by the fact that I wanted it to be the happy family so bad. A year later I caught them fighting, my dad left the house. “We need to talk pumpkin, in the past year we bought an extra house and your dad is moving there for a while.” I knew what this meant; they were going to get a divorce. Three months later my uncle picked me up to go to the local pool. As we got back my dad was already at the door. “Little pumpkin, we need to talk. But your face shows you probably know already.” “We are getting a divorce, I’m sorry pumpkin.” I didn’t cry that day. Somehow I knew it was for the best. My dad sunk in a depression after that, although they said it was a mutual decision I knew it was my mum’s. We drowned his sorrows in alcohol and cigarettes, to the point I didn’t like to visit him anymore. After a year it changed, he stopped smoking and drinking, bought a new house and was ready for a new life. And with that I mean a WHOLE new life, he got a new wife a new car. He changed everything. He didn’t want me over; I was a reminder of my mum. It hurt; he threw me away like I was nothing. The relationship with my mother was really really bad. If my mum dropped me off at his place they immediately started fighting, it came to the point where I had to walk the last few yards to their houses so they didn’t have to speak to each other. The reason my dad calls me strawberry is actually quite logical. It was obvious how broken my mum had left him. It was obvious she didn’t care much. They used to call me pumpkin, but every time he said pumpkin he just broke down in tears, that were how much my mum had broken him. He couldn’t bear calling me that anymore. He told me I could choose any kind of food. At the time it was summer, and I always had a thing for strawberry’s in sugar. It was like our little thing. So I decided that I wanted strawberry instead of pumpkin. The story was over and the tears were falling down my cheeks in no time.

                “I…i... I’m really sorry, I didn’t know it was this kind of a story” “it really isn’t you fault though nail. I chose to tell you and break in tears.” He looked a little relieved. “But your parents relationship was pretty fuck up, judging by the story you told me.” Tell me about tit, it uttered. Well, there are so many of my depressing life stories, but I guess I’ll have to share them later on. It’s already like 10 o’clock and I think you must go home. “Yea, I guess you’re right. Can you hang out tomorrow? I would love to hear more of your stories love.” “Yea, of course” I gave him my number and pushed him out of the apartment. Ugh, that went horrible. That’s why I don’t like telling people my stories. They always react the same, they go treating me differently. But Niall… Niall was different, he just acted the same. I like that about him, but I guess I like about everything about him. Someday I would run out of stories for sure, but I guess that doesn’t matter at this point. I fell asleep feeling sad and vulnerable. That’s another thing I really hate, the feeling that you’re so vulnerable when you open up to people, nut I guess Niall was not just a person. He was someone special. It was like 2 o’clock when I finally dozed off.

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