Part 2 of my short story series, "Forget Me Not". Read part 1 here:
There was an uncomfortable pause as her eyes gazed up and down at the paper in front of her. This gave me time to compose myself and take in what was happening around me. I perched on a near by chair, for this lady to give me a nod of approval for sitting in my own house. "How dare she!" I thought to myself.
My thoughts were soon stopped in her tracts by a quick "now then."
She adjusted herself in the chair, making herself more at home than she already seemed to be.
"I know you've been having some issues lately, Soph. I am here to help you out whether you want it or not. Your God mother sent me."
My God Mother?! I thought to myself slightly perplexed. I haven't seen that lady in over 10 years. How would she know what is going on in my life? Apart from the odd birthday card, there was really not much she knew about me nor my life. Not only this, my life was fine as far as I was concerned. Sure, there was always room for improvement but nothing I couldn't sort out myself, never mind from a complete and utter stranger my parents decided should care for me when I was once 6 months old. Once again, this stranger in my house had left me confused.
"She is worried about you," she continued.
I made a face. In all honesty, someone coming to my house and telling me I needed to transform my life was bad enough, but I really didn't need to hear about my long lost God Mother at the same time. I remember spending summers with her as a child, which all abruptly stopped two weeks after my 10th birthday. I never really questioned it, and assumed it was to do with growing apart and growing up.
"I know you haven't seen her in some time, and you are probably confused, but there are some things you need to know..." she must have read my mind again I irrationally thought. I panicked, trying to control my thoughts.
"Not only is she your God Mother, but she is also your global minder." Was this lady on drugs?!
I stood up with a moments clarity.
"Look, lady, I don't know who you are or how you know my details, but can you please just leave now. This is ridiculous. I can ring the number of a local hotel if you need somewhere to stay, but in all honesty..."
I was stopped in my tracks.
"Oh and please stop calling me Soph!" I hastily added.
She didn't look phased and continued her speech.
"Your God Mother sent me here. Don't shoot the messenger please, dear. We know all about what's going on, we know what you do each day every hour, every minute. Ask me anything, please. I will be able to tell you things nobody else knows about you. We know what happened at the beach last summer. We know the incident last March at Hickley Forest. We know it's been confusing you. So, your God Mother thinks it's time you knew..."
She was right. She was listing things that no one else knew about. The weird experiences, the lights, the noises, the people. Shocked, it all made sense. I needed to give her a chance. She handed me a phone number.
"Your God Mother. Told me to get her to ring you when I got 'ere. Hurry up now, she's not the most patient of people."
There was a lot to learn. I felt as if what I had known all my life was about to be taken from underneath me, and the truth was to come out. Here I was, thinking life was just as normal as the average persons, with the odd bit of excitement. How wrong was I. Confused, I shakily dialled my God Mother and after one ring, there was an answer.
"Ahh, darling Sophie. Thank you for getting back to me. I knew you would."
To be continued...