Remember Me

Chapter 5

After re-learning how to play chess with Carlos, I helped Leo organize lunch. It took me half an hour worth of arguing with Leo in order for him to finally give in and allow me to help him. And as for Kristian , I said good morning to him this morning and all he did was grab a cup of coffee and push past me. I thought we were on good terms now, like after the whole surfing and him saving my life and everything. But now it's like instead of me being pissed at him and avoiding him it is me being the one that is pissed at and avoided. Though I wasn't going to be depressed about it, after all Carlos is my boyfriend and I have been having way more fun with him than I had with Kristian anyways. We played chess, we watched a few movies which I apparently use to hate and now he has convinced me to play the piano also something that I use to do. "Your hands should curve over these notes like so." I curve my hands like he said and press lightly on the note beneath my thumb, eager to play, hoping that a song would just come to me and flow out my fingers. Nothing happens though, just the high pitched sound of the single note beneath my thumb comes out and I remove my hand quickly out of disappointment. I guess that was stupid, thinking that I could be able to remember how to play a song after two days of going through this amnesia crap. "It's okay, don't worry you will get it." Carlos grabs both my hands and squeezes them tight before releasing them. I give him a small smile, but it fades away before I realize that I am actually more upset then I thought. Carlos notices this. "How about if I play you one of your favorite pieces?" Without hesitation I nod my head and slide over on the piano bench, giving Carlos lots of room so he could play. "This is Sonata in D minor by Beethoven, your favorite, composer." Carlos lifts up both his hands and begins, at a fast pace, his fingers rolling off the keys as he played and he softly placed them back down, flowing with the rhythm. He played more near the left side of the piano, the lowest part. I loved how he clearly distinguishes the volumes, rising and falling, playing louder and softer. It was almost as if there was no designated pace for this piece. One minute he is moving really fast and then next he is slowing, gently pressing. I am pretty sure he doesn't even remember that I am even here, because his focus is all on the keys in front of him and he holds a serious expression upon his face.

When he finally finishes I clap very loud and he blushes. "That was amazing." He closes the piano and stands up, throwing his hand out right in front of me for me to take. "Come, I have to show you something." I tilt my head to the side and give him a sly smile. "I see someone is full of surprises today. Don't you have any classes today?" He shakes his head no. "No not today, Kristian does though." I nod my head, understanding and take Carlos's hand so he could escort me to whatever we had planned next. We walked through the mansion hand in hand; Carlos just finished telling me a story about when I lost my bikini top at the lake. Now that is a story that I do not want to recall, even Kristian saw. How embarrassing. "So about my wall, care to explain how you managed to pierce solid cement with a 2 inch knife?" I gasp, "Kristian told you? That bastard." Carlos laughs. "Actually Leo did." "Oh." Carlos folds his arms over his chest, waiting for my explanation and I rummage through my thoughts trying to find one. To be honest I don't even know how I managed to do that, it just happened. "I guess I'm a ninja now." That is the only rational thing I could think of. "Fine, don't tell me." I roll my eyes, "Alright Carlos."

"Are your eyes closed?" Carlos asks, with both his hands over my eyes, leading me to wherever it is we are heading. "Carlos I swear to god, if you ask me that one more time, then the next thing I pierce with a 2 inch knife will be you." I felt Carlos shudder at the sound of that, "Okay, okay. Someone's feisty." I laugh. "Okay open your eyes." He finally says, removing both his hands from my eyes. I gasp right away, placing my one hand over my mouth. "Did you do all this?" I ask. Carlos nods silently while placing his hand over his neck. This is an art room; Carlos painted and drew all these pieces. Some hung on the wall, some sat on easels, some hung by a thread on the ceiling. The walls were also painted and the floor, even the windows. I looked around until one caught my attention. I walked over to the piece that looked larger than the rest that were in this room. It was at the back of the room but in the center, it looked as if this piece was the emphasis of this whole room because it stood out the most. Once I was right in front of it I stopped and I realized that it was not just any painting. "Is this me?" Carlos walks up and stops right beside me. "Yes." He says, he looked deep in thought as if recalling when he painted this. It looked beautiful, I looked beautiful. My back was out, like facing to the audience and my head was turned to the side. My one hand was in my hair, my long dark curly hair. Hair that I no longer have. While the other was rested gently on my hip. I was leaning to one side, placing all my weight on my one leg, while the other was stretched out straight in a dance position. I was standing in the sand barefooted and I wore a black bikini and a white wrap. He made my caramel skin glow and me look like a model. I look nothing like her now. That is not me anymore, I looked at Carlos and he was still starring at the painting, longing for the girl that isn't me. She drifted away in that comma and I don't think he will ever get her back.

Kristian arrived back at 5, he said hi to everyone quickly as he passed by them and closed his door shut behind him. I walk over to his door and knock on it. "Hey, you okay?" I ask. "Just dandy." He replies. "Why are you avoiding everyone?" It takes him a while before he responds. "My ex is back in town." Now this caught me off guard. He doesn't seem like the dating type. He seems more of the see a girl, sleep with the girl and find a new girl type. "So..." "Well I am just trying to avoid her."

"Bad break up?"

"You can say that."

"Well grow a pair and show her that you can do just fine without her." Right after I say this Kristian throws open his door and I gawk at him. He was wearing a blue suit jacket that had a little flower in the chest pocket over a tight white t-shirt and he had on dark jeans. His hair was all jelled. "That's exactly what I am going to do." He says. "Ooh does someone have a hot date." He laughs. "Hell no, never dating again, I am going to a party wanna come?" I think about it for a bit. I have been wanting to get out all day, though I don't really want to see anyone that the old me may have known. "Come on, please?" This guy is honestly bipolar, this morning he want interested in talking to me what so ever and now he is begging me to go to some party with him. "Is this something the old me would have done?" I ask.

"No not really, but she was annoying." I smile.

"Give me ten minutes."