Hi everyone! I’m here again with my second story for CWWC and my fifth for AAWC! I had fun with this one 😀
TEAM DRAGONS IS IN SECOND PLACE!!! GO GO GO!!! All prompts, folks! 😀
And Team Swan is in the LEAD!! KEEP GOING!! 😀
Here are the prompts for CWWC:
And Misty, I included the word “fade” and also a swan
The school bell had rang 45 minutes ago and still I remained unmoved at my desk. My teacher, Mrs. Grady had asked how I was before she left, but I just told her I was fine and needed to think for a bit.
For as long as I could remember, I had always felt like something in my life was missing. Granted, I had a wonderful, loving family, tons of friends, and pure joy followed me just about everywhere I went. Everywhere, but my classroom. Each time I stepped in the room all my joy faded away from me and I felt – empty.
“I need a hero.” I whispered to myself. I was so desperate to be rescued from this emptiness that I actually said I wanted a hero. That’s stupid. I’m 16, I know that heroes aren’t real.
I stepped out of my seat and headed out of the classroom. Instantly, the joy came back and I forgot all about my problems.
“Iris, where have you been? You’re over an hour late home from school!” My mom fussed as soon as I entered the door.
“I-I don’t know. I’m fine, though.” I assured her with a smile. Mom glanced at Dad who was standing close behind her, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.
“Did you have a good day at school, Swan?” He inquired with an inquisitive brow. Swan was my nickname he gave me when I was little because I was always dancing around the house, flowing and gliding gracefully like a swan. Plus I had an obsession with Swan Lake, so it seemed to fit. My mind drew a blank. I couldn’t remember anything about school.
“I don’t know. I can’t remember…” I said slowly, trying my hardest to remember what I did that day. Dad muttered something to mom, trying to hide it from me. This wasn’t like my parents. They seemed so disturbed, this hardly ever happened. Everything was only ever perfect.
Mom disappeared into the dark hall and I saw her enter her bedroom. Something wasn’t right here….
I woke up in the middle of the night. It was very quiet and I knew it must have been very late. I felt an urge, almost a calling, to go downstairs. I jumped out of my bed and tiptoed down the creaking staircase. I noticed that the storage door under the staircase was open, so I went to close it. But just as I was about to, I saw a large white box on the floor that said; “BAD MEMORIES. DO NOT OPEN.”
Suddenly I felt that emptiness again. That terrible, lonely, heartache. I knelt down and placed my hands on the box before me. Something inside told me that this is what I needed to rid me of this emptiness.
I lifted the lid and saw hundreds of black papers with words in white filling each sheet. Carefully, I lifted one out of the box and began to read:
March 30th, 2008
I watched as my parents were hit by a car, just outside my school. I ran to them, but the officers wouldn’t let me see them.
“Please, you have to let me see them! They’re my parents!” I cried. One of the officers knelt down and placed his strong hands on my shoulders.
“What’s your name, sweetie?” He asked gently.
“Iris. Iris O’Brian.” I answered as I wiped away a tear.
“Iris! Th-that’s my name!” I gasped and continued reading;
“Iris, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing we can do. Your parents died. Seeing them would only make it harder for you.” He explained and gave me a comforting hug. My heart broke and my throat ached from crying.
“Sir, we found this in the trunk.” Another police officer came over, carrying a bag with a birthday card and a new doll, just like the one I’d been wanting for ages.
“Those are for me. It’s my birthday today.” I sobbed. The officer handed me the doll and I held her close to my chest, letting tears pour onto her silky hair.
I paused again to check the date on the paper. “March 30th, 2008. My 8th birthday…” I said with a shaky breath. This couldn’t be possible, but I believed this girl was me. The facts were accurate. But everything happening…. That never happened…
“Iris, what are you doing?” My dad inquired as he and my mom entered the room.
“Mom, Dad, what is this? This girl, her name is Iris and she has the same birthday as me. But here it says that her parents died…. I don’t understand…” I trailed off, hoping they would explain. Mom and Dad looked at each other sadly and sighed as they sat on the floor beside me.
“Iris, that girl is you.” Mom stated.
“Why don’t I remember any of this?” I inquired.
“Because we made you forget.” Dad replied, his eyes full of shame.
“What? Y-you took my memories?” I asked in shock, tears filling my eyes.
“Yes. I’m the officer on the page who spoke with you and hugged you. I felt an attachment to you and your mother and I adopted you. Months passed on and you never smiled. You never spoke. You would stay alone in your room most of the day and sometimes we would hear you crying at night.” Dad began, and Mom continued, “So we went to see some scientists and they created a machine that could take away all of your bad memories so you could be happy. We used it on you then and we’ve been using it on you ever since because we’ve been too afraid of you returning to how you were. We only ever wanted you to be happy.”
“You needed a hero, Iris. So that’s what we became. Your heroes.” Dad finished, his hand rested on my shoulder.
I let tears stream down my cheeks as I said, “You may have taken away the memories, but the feeling was still always there. That painful emptiness that haunted me for years. If you want me to be truly happy and if you really want to be my heroes, please return my memories. Return them so I can feel whole again.”
“Of course. If that’s what you truly want.” Mom agreed and pulled me into a warm, loving hug, Dad wrapping his arms over us. At last, I could finally feel complete. I knew then that heroes are real. And I had two of them in my life who I was proud to call; Mom and Dad.
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Who are the heroes in your life?