Remember

Chapter 6

The wedding was over and I was back to work after having some time off to be focused a hundred percent on being the best maid of honor I could possibly be, but I was exhausted and honestly ready to go back to work. 

Work was never a dull moment. I had been a tech a long time while trying to work on my registered nursing. It wasn't the most ideal job in the world as there was always a risk everyday of getting hurt, but I took that risk. I took it because I knew it was going to set me up for a good future. 

I was doing a round because we had to do rounds to make sure the "patients", as we called them even though they came from county jail or prison, weren't doing any funny business like snorting drugs, self harm, or the worst openly m**********g. I swore I saw more p***s inside my place of work than I did outside of it and they weren't pretty at all. As I was walking I heard a patient whisper something under his breath toward me. 

"He is coming for you." 

"Excuse me?" 

"Read and all shall be revealed." 

He walked away and I returned back to the office a little concerned. The shift lead spoke up, "Don't worry about that old fart. He says all kinds of random all the time. They found the old man wondering around in the woods and he'd gone mad and tried to fight the officers." 

"Oh that's very unfortunate. What of his family?" I asked 

"Don't know. We think he might be a transit. He's had a few priors like drunk in public and disturbing the peace, but nothing major." 

"Well that's comforting. He said "He" was coming. Not sure what that meant." 

The shift lead shrugged, "Not sure he says a lot of things." 

"Mind if I look in his history?" 

"Be my guest." 

I spent sometime going through his history trying to figure out if anything stuck out, but nothing. Pretty straight forward guy with a few misdemeanors. The location of where he was found was not disclosed, but he was a local guy. I googled his name and as I had thought there was an article about him in the paper. He was found at Ridge Point and I knew deep down I had a connection to it. I hadn't read the diary yet. I needed a moment to decompress and get back into a routine of work, overtime, and I was trying to go to the gym more because I need something to do besides spend my time drinking when I wasn't working. 

My life had quieted down a lot since the wedding and since I was given my diary back to me. Even the flash backs and weird things had also calmed down. I didn't go on any walks along the path with Chloe, but instead we decided to play it safe and just spend time at the dog park. I hadn't talked to my parents in awhile either, I think my mom was giving me space since she knew me better than anyone and figured I just need a break. Casey was still away, but would be coming back soon and I could not wait to see her again. When I wasn't working or going to the gym or taking Chloe to the dog park I would be sitting on the other side of my kitchen counter staring at the diary drinking a White Claw. 

I knew it would be only a matter of time before he'd come back into my mind while I slept leaving gifts of memory behind so I went into my garage where I had placed the box of memorabilia and hauled it inside. I sat the box on the floor of my living room and with a push of the button turned on the fireplace. Chloe sprawled her body out in front of it and I sat pretzel legged on the floor. I opened the box of stuff and started to remember little more of what was inside. There was a picture of me with my usual pasty white skin and ice white blonde hair. I had just gotten out of the hospital and my parents threw a little party for me with close friends and family. As I looked further I saw that Ares was hiding in the shadows-arms crossed. I remember he had given me the amulet. I was confused because he was older and I was 16. I didn't think someone like him would be interested in me. As a bite of memory came back to me I continued to look for the key, but there wasn't anywhere. I looked all over and went through every article in the box thinking it had gotten stuck, but there was no key. I went to my jewelry box and just thought it could be possible, but it wasn't. I went bat s**t crazy tearing my house apart looking for anything that would match the lock on the diary. I even went as far as putting my old picking locking skills to the test and I was unsuccessful. When I got desperate I drove CVS and bought a little girls diary just for the key, but again as I sat in my car in front of the store trying again to unlock it there was no use. I returned home with a tall can of b***h beer and some candy. I sat there and played my favorite Halloween movie "Hocus Pocus" and drank trying to figure out how to open this diary without the key. I even thought about smashing it with a hammer, but something deep inside told me that would be a very bad idea. I was getting furious at it and I could feel its powers calling to me and enticing me to read what words were inside. It was late and I was drunk and mad. A combo that lead me to being an emotional hot mess. I threw the diary at the far wall so my nosey neighbor wouldn't hear and I screamed at it. After finishing off a bag of candy and a tall can I was s**t faced ended up falling asleep on my couch watching Disney movies from my childhood.