What I Don't Remember
Nightmare
I felt like I was an old soul that was suddenly being thrown back into a younger body. The darkness I had lived in for so long was suddenly vanishing, and I found myself in an all too familiar room. From the overwhelming aroma of doctor’s equipment, I assumed I was in a hospital. My blurred vision quickly focused and I saw that my mom was sitting beside me in a chair. Her eyes were shut tightly and tears stained her cheeks. I wanted to say something, but I couldn’t. I was still in shock about the whole Harry and Timothy incident, which apparently had been a dream. As much as I was happy about that whole situation being a figment of my imagination, something deep inside me wondered why I would come up with it in the first place. I was looking at all of the flowers that had been left on the nightstand when the door creaked open. Standing there was my dad, who also looked like he had been crying.
“Paris?” He said, slowly moving toward me.
He acted as if he were in denial, which made me wonder how long I had been out for. I focused my attention on the wall behind my mom and saw that there was a calendar for March, 2014. My heart twisted in knots and suddenly all the memories came crashing back. One minute the truck was coming at us, and the next there was nothing. My dad stared at me as if I had grown another head as he lightly shook my mom out of her sleep. When she woke up she looked at me in the same way that my dad did. I weakly moved my hand to touch her face as she began to cry.
“Paris?” She cried, “I thought we’d lost you.”
I pulled her in for a hug as my dad excused himself to call everyone about the good news. My mom smelled of gum and that cherry perfume she always liked to wear. At one point I had told her that I hated it, but as always she completely ignored me. I was looking around the room when I spotted a vase of dead roses on the nightstand. My mom followed my gaze and smiled wearily before handing it to me.
“These were from Harry.” She said, “He told me to leave them here until you were able to see them.”
I crumbled one of the roses between my fingers before reading the small card that had been left in the vase.
Don’t leave me.
-Harry
I kissed the card and set it back on the nightstand along with the vase.
“Is he okay?” I asked shakily.
My mom stared deeply into my tear-filled eyes and then grabbed my hand.
“He’s fine. He’s finishing up his tour.”
I breathed a sigh of relief thankful that he wasn’t hurt, and then I thought about the three other people who were in the car with us.
“What about Liam, Niall, and Perrie? Did they make it?”
My mom thought for a second.
“I recall Liam and Niall being okay. I think Perrie broke her leg but other than that she was fine.”
I frowned at the fact that my mom was talking about everything as if it had happened years ago, and then I remembered the calendar.
“Mom, how long has it been since the crash?”
She looked down at her hands.
“About five months.”
I gasped and immediately thought about Timothy who had probably been lonely without me. Ever since I came home from the hospital I had been meaning to rekindle my relationship with him, but I never got the chance. Maybe that dream was a way of warning me that I was starting to care more about Harry then my own brother.
“Is Timothy here?” I asked.
My mom looked at me with wide eyes as my dad emerged in the doorway.
“Is everything alright in here?” He questioned.
My mom assured him that everything was fine and then told him to leave the room for a few minutes. He hovered in the doorway for a few seconds before finally leaving us be. I looked at my mom and saw that her face was turning red. Her lips were quivering and she couldn’t even regain eye contact with me.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly.
She blinked and all the tears she had been holding back rolled down the softness of her cheeks. She wiped away at them with her thumb and then grabbed onto my hand. Her grip was so tight that I had to mentally keep myself from thinking about the pain. I waited patiently for her to say something, but she sat there in silence.
“Mom?” I asked.
“Timothy’s dead.” I heard her say, and then my entire world flipped upside down.
“Paris?” He said, slowly moving toward me.
He acted as if he were in denial, which made me wonder how long I had been out for. I focused my attention on the wall behind my mom and saw that there was a calendar for March, 2014. My heart twisted in knots and suddenly all the memories came crashing back. One minute the truck was coming at us, and the next there was nothing. My dad stared at me as if I had grown another head as he lightly shook my mom out of her sleep. When she woke up she looked at me in the same way that my dad did. I weakly moved my hand to touch her face as she began to cry.
“Paris?” She cried, “I thought we’d lost you.”
I pulled her in for a hug as my dad excused himself to call everyone about the good news. My mom smelled of gum and that cherry perfume she always liked to wear. At one point I had told her that I hated it, but as always she completely ignored me. I was looking around the room when I spotted a vase of dead roses on the nightstand. My mom followed my gaze and smiled wearily before handing it to me.
“These were from Harry.” She said, “He told me to leave them here until you were able to see them.”
I crumbled one of the roses between my fingers before reading the small card that had been left in the vase.
Don’t leave me.
-Harry
I kissed the card and set it back on the nightstand along with the vase.
“Is he okay?” I asked shakily.
My mom stared deeply into my tear-filled eyes and then grabbed my hand.
“He’s fine. He’s finishing up his tour.”
I breathed a sigh of relief thankful that he wasn’t hurt, and then I thought about the three other people who were in the car with us.
“What about Liam, Niall, and Perrie? Did they make it?”
My mom thought for a second.
“I recall Liam and Niall being okay. I think Perrie broke her leg but other than that she was fine.”
I frowned at the fact that my mom was talking about everything as if it had happened years ago, and then I remembered the calendar.
“Mom, how long has it been since the crash?”
She looked down at her hands.
“About five months.”
I gasped and immediately thought about Timothy who had probably been lonely without me. Ever since I came home from the hospital I had been meaning to rekindle my relationship with him, but I never got the chance. Maybe that dream was a way of warning me that I was starting to care more about Harry then my own brother.
“Is Timothy here?” I asked.
My mom looked at me with wide eyes as my dad emerged in the doorway.
“Is everything alright in here?” He questioned.
My mom assured him that everything was fine and then told him to leave the room for a few minutes. He hovered in the doorway for a few seconds before finally leaving us be. I looked at my mom and saw that her face was turning red. Her lips were quivering and she couldn’t even regain eye contact with me.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” I asked hesitantly.
She blinked and all the tears she had been holding back rolled down the softness of her cheeks. She wiped away at them with her thumb and then grabbed onto my hand. Her grip was so tight that I had to mentally keep myself from thinking about the pain. I waited patiently for her to say something, but she sat there in silence.
“Mom?” I asked.
“Timothy’s dead.” I heard her say, and then my entire world flipped upside down.
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