Phoenix 2|| A Miraculous Fanfiction

Chapter 3: Accepting

A familiar voice awoke me, but my vision was so blurry as soon as I opened my eyes that I couldn't see anything. Two arms suddenly wrap around my body and I could hear the same voice saying something I couldn't quite catch.

  It was long before I could finally recognize that voice. "Nathanael," I say. He still has his arms wrap around me, but as soon as he heard my voice he released me. "They found you unconscious in the middle of the road, I was so worried you got run over or maybe hit your head on something because your head was bleeding," he said.

I didn't know what to say really. My mind was completely blank.

"You were out for almost two weeks and your mother was discharged a few days ago."

Still, I couldn't say anything.

The nurse appeared at the door though, which means we have to end our conversation right now. Great, I wasn't looking forward to speaking anyway. "Visiting hours end in 5 minutes, Mr. Kurtzberg," she says with a kind smile on her face. Then there was someone saying "The doctor needs you," to her and she left immediately.

  Nathanael stood up and smiled at me. "I guess I'll see you soon." I was expecting to hear a, "Love you, see you soon," or a "Remember, I love you." But instead, he just put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

  I was puzzled at first. He would never leave just like that without saying at least an 'I love you'. We're talking about the guy who never forgets to say those words when we have to part our ways to our home after school even though he knows we'll see each other again. The guy who would spam my chat room just to say those three words.

  That's when it hit me. The memory wipe. It must have been done.

But I didn't want to believe it. Maybe he's just not in a good mood. I mean, I can't just think the memory wipe was done just because my boyfriend didn't say 'I love you' to me.

I saw Phixx peeking from behind the table lamp. She was holding my cuff. I smiled at her as I took the cuff. But then my smile faded.

"Phixx.." I began. She looks at me with a serious look on her face.

"It has been done."

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I was discharged from the hospital the next day. My mother was waiting for me in front of the hospital.We went back home in silence. We didn't know what to talk about anyway. Talking about the past will only cause us to miss father more. Talking about the present will send an agonizing pain to our hearts. It's better to stay silent.

   When we arrived home, my mother looked at me, probably trying to make eye contact. "Now, Cherice...let's sit down and talk, I think you need to know something," she says. I nodded and did as I was told.

"Now, I have to go back to Australia very soon. I'm afraid there is a lot of work to be done."

Is she being serious?

"Is..that all that you wanted to tell me?" I ask. Surely she didn't just ask me to sit down with her just to talk about work.

"Yes."

There's no way. She can't be talking about work right now. Is this not important to her? Shouldn't we be discussing how to help the police on the case? My father was murdered, not death by natural cause. I am usually able to control myself, but this has tipped me off the charts.

"Are you actually talking about work right now?" I fold my arms. I try to stop my tears from falling. "Are you seriously talking about some ridiculous documents left in Australia?"

"What are you saying, Cherice?" I know my mother was shocked, but she still manages to hold her tone and composure.

"Father is gone! His body is somewhere, he was murdered and here you are telling me that you're just gonna pretend everything's okay and go back to signing those stupid documents!"

Forget holding back my tears. They're falling down my cheeks like a waterfall now.

  My mother stood up. "Look, I don't have time for this. I need to book my flight," she said as she begins to walk away.

"Fine. Work is definitely more important than father." I say as I stand up as well.

That's when my mother snaps. "NO! Gregory is NOT less important! In fact..I-" she trailed off. I look at her, meeting her midnight blue eyes. "I MISS HIM ALREADY! I JUST WANTED TO DISTRACT MYSELF BUT YOU'RE RIGHT...I CAN'T PRETEND! I JUST CAN'T!" She falls to the floor as she bursts out crying.

That's when I see my mother.

  I see right through her, the layers of her walls she put up slowly peeling away, revealing someone I rarely see before; a woman who just lost someone she loves, her prince, her everything. Someone she had hoped to spend the rest of her lives with but he was murdered. I see the other side of her, the side that is vulnerable, alone, heartbroken, and is suffering from a never-ending agonizing pain in her heart.

And due to my foolishness, I had widened the scar in her heart when she was trying her best to heal.

  I hung my head. "I'm sorry" was all I said. I had let my emotions take over me. She went up to me and hugged me. "I wish I could stay longer dear, I really wish. But.." she trailed off but I knew what she was gonna say anyway. I nodded, not really knowing what to say. I didn't know why I didn't go to her, hug her back, telling her that I understand her pain.

Maybe because she has never done that to me.

I went to my room, not saying another word. I hear her sigh, but the emotions are bottling up in my heart, I'm scared I will say something wrong.

I closed the door and then I was alone in the dark.

END OF CHAPTER 3