My Life
Lost Memories ~ The End. A.K.A 16 Years Old (Part III)
She smiled at me, my heart flew. This is my mother, I am actually looking into the face of my biological mother! The image was so real, so vivid, I wanted to run into her arms, embrace her and cry for the longest time. But then I remembered, she abandoned me, and all that love i felt towards her turned into anguish, I started to cry. 'She didn't want me,' I thought, so what she said next completely caught me off guard.
"Oh Em Em! My baby! You're alive! You're safe! My beautiful Emmy..." she used pet names, which now seemed so familiar to me, something i heard so long ago. There were tears in her eyes as she said those words.
I had so many questions to ask her, but I choked out the first one, "Why did you abandon me?" My tears were now flowing more than it ever had before.
"Oh, oh no darling! We never ever abandoned you, don't ever think that! Your father and I loved you so much, you were our pride and joy, you gave meaning to our lives." She defended herself. 'My father...', I thought, 'I want to see him, I want so much to be with them'
"If you didn't abandon me, why am I not with you now? Why was I at the facility all that time? Until I escaped..." I had to know the truth, no matter how painful.
"Poor darling.. You were so young when you were taken from us.. I know, instead of simply telling you.. I will show you. I will show you the past you have long forgotten." she said as she reached out her hand to touch me.
My first glimpse of light. It was dull light, but my eyes still took a few seconds to adjust. I felt a sharp pain applied to my bottom, so I started crying and air rushed in to fill the cavity in my chest.
"It's a girl!" The midwife exclaimed, "a beautiful baby girl.." She handed me to a man, he had a smiling, handsome face,
chiseled jaw, moderately large, grey eyes which lit up as he held me. He was extremely young. "Hello there..." he whispered, "Welcome to the world baby." This man is my father, I thought, I recognised his voice from when I was still inside my mother's womb, he told me great stories, sang to me soft melodies. Yes, this is him.
He cut away the cord which had connected me to my mother, it didn't hurt, like I thought it would. He handed me back to the midwife who weighed me and washed me. "An eight pound, healthy baby." she said, as she wrapped me in a warm, heated blanket and handed me gently to my mother.
There were tears in my mommy's beautiful eyes, so large and orange. Her long, red hair was all messed up from labour, but her flower bud lips broke into a smile as she held me, just the sight of that made me start smiling as well, 'My mother is happy! Because of me!'
"Look Kael! She is smiling! Our baby girl is smiling!" My mother beamed and hugged me. "She is so beautiful..."
"Just like you,
Morrigan, she looks just like you.. But with different colouring." said Kael, my father.
"She has your ears," she pointed out, "and your tail... and your eye colour.."
Smiling, my father picked me up and held me, examining me, "But other than that, she is all you." he finished. End of discussion. He gave me a kiss on my lower back, which started to have a tingling sensation which hurt slightly, but it wasn't enough to make me cry. "The
Wolverton Blessing, from father to child," he said. He then bundled me back up, carried me to my mom and sat beside us.
My mother started humming a tune as she stroked my hair, this familiar tune, she always sang it to me while she was
conceived with me, a magical tune. My eyes grew heavy, and I fell back asleep before I heard them give me my name.
Other images came up, little fragments of my memory piecing up the pieces of my lost past, my mother feeding me, my father playing with me, my mother bringing me shopping, father reading to me, me sleeping in the same bed as my parents. But these were just images without sound. They weren't significant enough.
I finally woke up. I was looking up from my cot, and a hooded figure was picking me up. I did not know who it was, this person. Out of fear I started crying and screaming. The figure kept telling me to hush, from her voice I could tell she was a lady. She told me she was taking me somewhere else, I didn't want to go, I wanted my mommy and daddy, so I continued screaming, screaming and crying my loudest, hoping that mother and father would hear me.
She was just about to escape out the window when my mom came bursting in. The look on her face was pure shock when she saw us, to this, the shrouded figure said, "Oh dear, baby, it seems you have woken mommy."
My mom screamed, calling for my daddy while she lunged for me. I felt the figure's grip on me tighten, as she jumped out the window with me and ran.
As we ran I heard daddy and mommy running after us. They were going to save me! And take me back home. Fighting ensued. Most things were a blur, eventually I fainted, and somehow, I knew mommy and daddy lost, but they didn't go down without a fight.
'My mother and father loved me,' I thought, 'they didn't abandon me... I was kidnapped.' The vision finished, and I was sitting in my
seomar, looking into the fire. A thought suddenly struck me, and the dark tendrils of fear started twining itself around my heart.
"What about Frost?!" I questioned, already knowing the answer. My mother gave me a confused look.
"Frost? Who is Frost?" she enquired, and a heavy, sinking feeling hit the pit of my stomach, I thought I was going to throw up. 'No, no.. It can't be,' I thought.
"Frost! My brother! Your son! Black ears with white tips?" I stated desperately, denying myself from believing it. 'No, he IS my brother! He has to be!' I could not accept it, I was freaking out.
"Em Em, dear..." My mother said slowly, and gently, the words I was dreading to hear, "You're an only child, you don't have a brother." When she said that, I felt as if I had been shot.
"NO! NO! NO!" I shouted. I broke down. I snuffed out the fire with my hand, not caring if it burnt my skin. I couldn't accept this, Frost was all I had, the only family I had. He was my brother, he IS my brother!
As much as I tried to deny it, every logical part of my brain just knew it was true. I trusted the vision, my mother, she wouldn't lie to me. I believed in her as much as my ancestor with the same name,
Morrigan, and her daughter, Katrina.
In my shocked and devastated state, I left my
seomar without packing anything. I made my way back to the dormitories. I cried as I swam, as I walked, and as I lay back on my bed, watching the sun rise up, I finally made myself a promise.
"I will never tell Frost about this."
Saturday, April 25, 2009
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