A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

Shock Wave: Part 24- You Remember

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Catch up before you continue on with the story.

Sarah ran to the edge of the forest where it met with the next town over. She paused to sift through Kimi’s files for an address and locked eyes with it. She only had a limited amount of time to find her, convince her to follow her if she didn’t recognize her and runaway back to the truck so they could, once again, escape. Sarah knew that this was the right thing to do, because this was the only thing she could do.

Sarah found herself heading straight for the house that visible outside of the forest. She knew her love had to be there by having the advantage of living in the exact same schedule on the other side of the woods. She sprinted toward the front door noticing that there weren’t any vehicles in sight and quickly scanned what was visible of the inside of the house from the window.

She had not seen anyone in plain sight and so she went ahead and knocked on the door.  The tumblers in the locking system on the door clicked as the door knob turned, and Sarah felt her breathe leave her for a moment as she anticipated the inhabitant.

A short blonde woman with bright blue eyes appeared at the door wearing a deep red dress.

“Kimi!” Sarah exclaimed.

“Who?”

A look of sadness fell upon Sarah’s face as her heart sank to the bottom of her chest. “Deirdre?”

“Yes, that’s me, the blonde woman said. “How can I help you.”

“I need you to read something. Your life sort of depends on it.”

“Uh, okay. Come in and I can make some tea.”

“I’m kind of in a hurry and I need you to read this as soon as humanely possible.”

Deirdre motioned for Sarah to come inside. “We can wait until my husband gets home.”

“He’s not your husband,” Sarah quickly responded.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just read the file, Kimi.”

Deirdre paused for a moment, “Okay, okay, just sit down and I’ll read the papers.” Sarah and Deirdre walked inside the house closing the door behind them and then sat down on the couch. It took her a while to read though the first page. She flipped through the stack of papers and then flipped through them again. “Why would you do this to me?”

“It wasn’t me. It was your ‘husband’ and your ‘psychologist.’ I’m only here to help you see what’s going on.”

“I, I had a dream about you.”

“I did too. That’s why I’m here.”

“We were together, together, and my mother found us lying next to each other.”

“I know.”

“She said we were mentally ill Sarah.”

“But we’re not.”

“I—I—”

“You remember me.” Tears started to fall from Sarah’s eyes. “You remember my love and the way we loved each other. You remember and that isn’t wrong. They’re wrong.”

“So then what do we do now?”

“We run.”

Read the final part of the story, “Shock Wave,” next Wednesday.

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