The Recovery

~Sequel to The Accident~
Though a sequel, you do not necessarily need to read The Accident first to understand this story;
Clodagh, years after her brother and step sisters suicide, is still struggling to move on. To help with her therapy, she delves into the past and uncovers horrifying truths about her family.
In the midst of her investigation, she meets someone almost as broken as she is. But what if family history repeats itself? And is she even ready to bring her walls down and let anyone in?


5. Chapter 3

"Hey Clodagh"  cheerily called Louise as I tiredly entered the apartment. I tugged my mouth into a pathetic attempt of a half smile and nodded in her direction.

"Hi, Clodagh!"

It was Arthur, my aunts boyfriend.

He held the couch by its spine, and twisted his body in a strained way to give me some sort of welcoming grin.

I awkwardly raised my eyebrows in acknowledgment of his presence.

I liked Arthur, I really did. He was kind and funny, and really loved Louise.

But I couldn't help but withdraw and be shy. I guess it was learned defence mechanism. It stopped me from getting hurt. I didn't know Emily very well when she died, or Sarah at all really when she left.

"I'll.. Go start this essay" I mumbled, scurrying away, hating myself for being seeming so mean.


I did homework until I started to get a headache. I rubbed my head and sighed before hesitantly pulling out an old cardboard box with Hugo and mums things. I gently sifted through a few scattered papers in the time capsule. I suddenly felt some material, and pulled out a notebook. I put the box down and held the thick book in my hand. I remember finding this a very long time ago, just after mum died. I hid it under my bed, afraid James would find it and be angry with me.

I never read it.. I just wanted something of her. James threw everything else away. I never really considered reading it... It seemed like an invasion of privacy.

But then I remembered what Dr. Kohli said.

"Maybe, Clodagh" he began to suggest. "If you find out why your mother chose to stay with James, your anger might lessen. I don't know exactly how you would go around this. You could maybe ask your aunt."

I knew that that was never going to happen, as Louise hated James nearly as much as I did. But I guess that this diary was the next best thing..

I grimaced and carefully opened the tattered notebook.

I felt slightly overwhelmed at the amount that mum wrote. It looked like she had stuck numerous extra pages in too instead of just buying a new copy.

I looked for a date that was near the time James said he had met her.

I scanned through pages of big, bubbly, girly and somewhat childish writing, until I came to the time she was eighteen. I saw a name repeat itself, but it wasn't James. It was Matthew. I passed a few more pages, a few more weeks, feeling uncomfortable intrusive, until a page caught my eye, with big, red writing saying

"I hate him."

Scrawly, rushed writing appeared on the next page.

"I thought he was the one" I read. "But no. He decided a slut was for him."

I cringed.

"I want someone to be overprotective over me, be aggressive and want to keep me."

I shook my head.

Aggressive and overprotective.

An ass. James.

I placed the diary into my bag. I'd read it over time.

There was only so much stupidity and irony I could take at one time.


Hey everybody :3

I'm starting to get a routine of uploads so yay :3

I'm gonna upload another chapter now :3 Typing is not my strong point, s give me 30-40 minutes xD

Aoife xxx 

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