obsessed season 2 episode 20

OBSESSED

Season 2 episode 20

##Chris's POV##

After the surgery that night, I woke up the next morning with a slight headache

I guess exercising my brain won’t be so easy with this start.

As I kept my gaze fixed forward, staring blankly at the door a voice startled me when I heard it come right beside me
“how are you feeling Chris” a plum man clad in black and white suit asked me

“who are you?” was what first come out of my lips ignoring hiss question

“I’m David your lawyer” the man who said as I stared at him widely

“David? I don’t remember having any lawyer” I knew the doctor had said something about my lawyer running on my case but I was expecting someone familia

“yeah that is because you lost part if not most of your memory after you got into an accident” he brought out pictures of the vehicle I had accident with.

“ yeah I know cus the doctor told me so and he said….. who’s this?” I asked in mid sentence as a familiar lady I saw in the fourth picture which he handed over to me. In the picture was the familiar girl and I lying side by side with my head covered in blood and she was injured in series of places like her leg and arm, I stared at her closely not wanting to stop my brain from calculating whatever it was trying to calculate at the moment.

It was hard because the picture wasn’t as clear as it should be as smokes filled the area and it was clear that they just succeeded in putting off a big fire…

I frowned my face trying hard to figure out where I had known this person, her figure caught my attention, and immediately I felt a strong connection between us
“that’s Ja..”

“Jade” I helped him finish the sentence my gaze still solely fixed on the photograph.

I was surprised my head was able to remember that which made me look up at the man and smile, grinning from ear to ear. I thought remembering something at all will take time maybe weeks or so but just few hours after surgery? I must be admitted in the best hospital, even the cozy room could tell.

“you remember that?” my lawyer asked staring widely at me as he brought out a pen and a book

“yeah” I said proud of myself

“tell me more, what else do you remember?” he asked me, looking at me at the picture curiously
“I.. i.. don’t know”

“okay let me help you” he brought out another picture from his bag and showed me “do you know this woman?” he asked and I in turn searched my brain for some answers.

Yes the young lady looked very familiar but I wasn’t able to pin on it.

“yeah she looks familiar, like my brain wants to tell me something about her but i… I can’t tell what It is” I was disappointed

“okay take another look at this” he brought out another picture but this time, old (black and white) and almost wrinkled with a part of it totally torn out

“I know that girl” I said pointing at a little girl about 5, 6 years old, dark brown long curly hair with a fair white skin, as white as the British’s standing in the sun, with a flair flowered gown reaching just above her knee and her face frowned because of the rays of the sun hitting hard on her.

The picture was full of young teenager about 13, 14, 15 years old and young children snapped in front of a big building with only about a few old teenage children standing side by side

The fair skinned girl stood with her hands interlocked with a small boy about her age or younger, there about.

“can you say anything about her?” my lawyer asked looking at me, waiting for a favourable answer but I think my brain was going to disgrace me

“I don’t think so” I said, stressing the ‘don’t

“look closely at the boy standing beside her and see if he rings a bell” he said suggesting a look at it

I tried again, searching my brain for an answer. The girl stood in between two boys. The other was fair skinned like her but the one she interlocked her hands with, was a black, having a striking resemblance with someone I had seen before.

“yeah this one” I said pointing at the fair skinned guy “he looks like someone I know” my brain was alarming signal, green lights were popping in

“do you have another picture? Perhaps a clearer one?” It was becoming unbearable trying to unravel it from a blur source

“yeah I do” he handed me another picture, same as this, part of it torn out leaving only children to be seen but I couldn’t find the fair skinned girl nor the black skinned boy nor the fair skinned boy anymore.

“but these pictures aren’t the same” I quarried

“they are. Look closely” David gestured

I took the picture again, trying to match the first one with it and I discovered that this other picture was the grown version of the first picture.

I searched through and saw the three of them at the top, this time grown up a bit, already teenagers. They were looking at the camera, without an expression written on their faces in contrary to what other children did, perhaps saying “cheese” as all their teeth were clearly seen shinning in the sun.

This time, this picture wasn’t black and white but a little bit coloured.

The children were the only ones different from the rest
I looked closely and an idea hit me!
“can I have a mirror?” I asked and was surprised my lawyer had one in his briefcase perhaps he had planned well for this visit

“yeah sure” he said and I took it from him and had the mirror faced in front of me

I as the one! The fair skinned guy always standing by her side, from being little kids till teenage hood. How on earth did I not figure it out earlier?

“i.. I’m him?” I asked to confirm looking bewildered at the smiling and satisfied look of David my supposed lawyer
“yes you are”
“can I have another picture? Maybe a different one?” I wanted more and he handed another one to me

“this is the last” he said after handing it over to me
I scanned through but it was uncertain. I couldn’t find the children anymore!

Just as the other pictures were, this one also was torn at the edge too. So I was beginning to feel they were cut with it

“I think their snap was cu…” I stopped as I spotted the fair skinned girl. Still not smiling nor posing, just staring right into the camera standing again, in front of the building “SWEET JINGLE FIVE”

But one thing was off about this picture!

She wasn’t standing with any of the boys.

I searched through the picture but couldn’t find them

“I can’t see me nor the other guy in the picture anymore why?”
“I don’t know” David said

“me neither” someone said as the door flee ew open and he walked into the room

I raised my head to meet someone’s gaze, he had a striking resemblance with the black kid in the picture as I did with the white kid in the picture too.

He was the same dude that have been visiting me at the hospital

“my name is Gibs…”

“Gibson! You were at the orphanage too?” I finished the sentence looking right at him shocked to the bones as my memory came flooding back at me!

No wonder he was all over me and Jade

No wonder he looked familiar

No wonder he helped me!

But why weren’t both of us with the fair skinned girl in this last picture?

Why were we sad in the previous picture?

Maybe he would have an answer

TBC