Reclaimed by Sarah Guillory

Author:Sarah Guillory
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Reclaimed
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Published: 2013-03-24T16:00:00+00:00

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“What happened the night your dad and Luke got into the fight?” Dr. Benson was supposed to be helping me recover my memories and figure out my headaches. He wasn’t doing either. He made me talk about what I did remember to see if it sparked what I didn’t. I spent half the time desperately shifting through the maze in my mind and the other half wishing I were anywhere else.

“You need to talk to Luke about that,” I said for the second time. We’d spent most of the session talking about how I felt about the move and the divorce. I felt they were both Luke’s fault. Exploring that any further was just going to lead to a dead end.

Dr. Benson nodded and leaned back in his chair. “You’re right. But I can’t make him attend his appointments, and I can’t make him talk to me even if he does.”

No one could make Luke do anything he didn’t want to. It was probably one of the reasons Dad always lost his temper with Luke. Luke couldn’t be ordered around like the rest of us. Dad commanded, both at work and at home, and he’d grown used to having things his way. He issued the orders. He wasn’t questioned. Mom had done what he said mainly to keep life peaceful. But Luke was the one person Dad couldn’t really boss around, and Dad hated that. Funny, considering those two were so alike. Dad didn’t take shit from anyone, and neither did Luke. I was like my mom. But the peace was becoming impossible to keep.

“You don’t think it would be easier if you just told me what happened?” I asked.

Dr. Benson’s face tightened. “No, I don’t. Sometimes forgetting is your brain’s way of healing. When you’re ready to remember, you will.”

“Are you sure?” I needed to know that I could reach this goal.

Dr. Benson frowned. “No. The brain is a complicated system.”

“And doctors don’t know as much as they pretend to.” They guessed. Sometimes they groped in the dark. It didn’t matter how many degrees he had hanging on his wall. I had to figure out a way to get better on my own. And I would.

“We don’t know everything, no,” Dr. Benson admitted.

“I’m sorry.” I smoothed over the tension out of habit. That had always been my job. “Do you remember high school?” I asked.

Dr. Benson looked surprised. He paused, and I wasn’t sure he was going to answer the question. “Parts of it,” he said finally.

“Why is that?” Why did some things disappear while others remained burned into our brains?

“Not all parts are worth remembering, I guess,” he said.

That was what I was afraid of. Maybe my missing months weren’t worth it either.

“Who did you take to prom?” I asked him. I thought back to the picture I had seen, the one of the blonde girl laughing. Happy. Why couldn’t I remember her?

“Mary Beth Anderson,” he said.

“Why do you think you remember that so easily but not other

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