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    Before the Fall – Ten

    I sucked it all out of her.

    Bette turned the picture over noting the scrawled message on the back with interest.

    Are you missing me yet, she read silently.

    Everyday.

    She placed the picture aside and found more of Helena. By herself, with friends, and on almost all of them Helena had written some form of a message.

    Not all of the pictures were of Helena though. Bette had a few of her core group of friends and even some of herself. Bette had one of each of her parents.

    The picture of her father was when he was a little boy, no more than seven, dressed in short pants and a white starched shirt, his face solemn even at that age.

    Her mother’s picture was from her college days smiling ruefully at the camera looking carefree. Before her life spiraled out of control and before she’d met Melvin Porter.

    Her mother had been happy before, she thought. And she kept this picture to remind herself that her mother had once known some sort of happiness.

    The picture of her father was to remind herself never to allow herself to be weak enough to end up like he had. He’d taken his life because he couldn’t handle the mess he’d created.

    He’d been such a weak man and Bette had been determined never to be weak like he’d been.

    Memories of her family came in flashes. The memories were ugly and even lacking the emotional element she knew that these were things she didn’t want to think about. Muchless remember.

    Her life was laid before her and all she felt was numb. It didn’t reach her. She wasn’t connected to the memories and that worried her. She had assumed when she got some of her memory back that she would feel the emotional connection.

    But that was not the case as of yet.

    She still had blank spots in her memory and she wasn’t sure she would ever recover them.

    She shook her head at her thoughts and started to collect the drawings that had scattered when she’d flung the box aside.

    “A second chance,” Bette murmured to herself as she stuffed everything back into the closet. The mood to look through her past having left her as abruptly as it had come.

    Comments

    1. I love the depth of this… and this story in general. As much as I don’t like cliffhangers you’re able to keep me captivated with every word. Thank you for that and please continue soon.

    2. Come on Bette – work this out! Go and see her! Bette is such a pain in the ass sometimes…I hope she makes good use of her second chance. Great update. Great writing.

    3. Fantastic chapter, as usual. I feel so sorry for Helena, Bette seems so confused, i hope she figures it out and just tells Helena. Can’t wait for the next one, thanks!

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