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A Journey Into The Past

Our memories always hunt us...

By Manel AbrougPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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A Journey Into The Past

Mike stood in the cold, puzzled, confused, and to his dismay, was left alone. Struck by the wind of the past, a gloomy cloud came close, unfolding the memory of a pale orphanage. The orphanage was as dull as a pencil worn out from writing. Mike was young then, just turned ten, and the little one, Stanley, was only five years old. Mike’s eyes were piercing the sky, trying to escape his abandoned memories.

Everybody looked so sad. Poor Stanley was way too young to know that our parents died. I kept it a secret and covered it up by saying, “Mom and dad sent us here because they needed to go on a trip for who knows for how long.”

“Grandma Lucy died, and so did Grandpa Jay! and an aunt!... well, we didn't have one. So our only place to go is the Orphanage,” Mike recalled when he first was introduced to their bedrooms, tiny, stinky, and cranky. They gave him the shivers. Stanley acted like a harmless little boy, loved the rooms, and enjoyed the crowds in them. He rushed to deposit their suitcases under the beds and settle in what he called home. Everything is coming back to life as if it was yesterday. Unfortunately, Stanley and I had to sleep apart from each other. Every single night we had a lot of noise coming from the attic. Some kids say that if you go in, there is no coming back. I thought to myself, “That can't be true, right?” Stanley was always so curious, wanted to find out secrets, and dreamt of becoming a spy!

As Stanley grew old, he grew bold. He started to reveal what I hid in my own attic—the dreadful secret of mom and dad.

Eventually, a couple adopted us, and we didn't feel that close to them. We didn't talk much; we stared at each other and them. Stanley didn't feel comfortable with calling them mom and dad. I didn't either. When Stanley became thirteen, he started to ask a lot of questions about our parents “When are they coming back? Are you hiding something from me? What are we doing here?!?!” Sometimes I chose to avoid him, and other times I opted to ignore him until the day when I got annoyed, and there it was, I blurted out the secret, telling Stanley everything that happened while screaming and crying. “MOM AND DAD DIED OK. I TRIED TO KEEP IT A SECRET, BUT THEY DIED IN A CAR CRASH, AND I WALKED HOME MYSELF!!” Since then, Stanley has become that man I am determined to love, protect, and chase!

Mike gazed at the night again while wiping the drops of rain assorted with tears. Tears landed on his ashy face as he departed from his childhood memory and left behind the moldy smell of the old days.

“Flee Mike Flee from your old haunting memory. Run Mike Run from the lightning and the thunder that made your head spun. Find your little one, find the one once called my chum!”

The voices have spoken...

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About the Creator

Manel Abroug

A amateur of creative writing! A peircer of the reality!

A beleiver of tessering through time and space!

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