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Forgotten Redemption: Chapter 11
Published Jul 19, 2009


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Warrayfinson

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Hey everyone!
Well, here is the next installment of Forgotten Redemption! I’m finally on holidays now, for only two more days :(
Anyway, hope you enjoy this and thanks to everyone who commented on the last chapter!

Hey everyone!
Well, here is the next installment of Forgotten Redemption! I’m finally on holidays now, for only two more days :(
Anyway, hope you enjoy this and thanks to everyone who commented on the last chapter!
The graveyard was the same as always, quiet and peaceful. In some aspects I actually like it here, but then there are some I don’t. It’s been a year since I last came here. Another year with them gone, it’s hard to believe…
It just seems like yesterday they were saying goodbye to me at the school drop off. Yet, it’s been four years. But, I can’t focus on that, I have to try to focus on the present, but that in itself was a hard task sometimes…
A lot has been happening over the past week. The Howarths were now on holidays and tomorrow would be their first week. In the week after I’ll be at their school! It’s hard to believe but well, I’ll be there. On Wednesday, Pepper left for Paris. She was going to travel to see a fashion expo.
“Do take care of Ryan, I can’t help but think he might get into trouble one of these days. Hope to shop with you again soon!”
Then on Thursday Paul got bad sun burn.
“Oh the tragedy! It hurts!”
I was running around the kitchen looking for some ice to help him. Lilly just shook her head saying “That’s what happens when you fall asleep trying to get a tan…”
On the same day, Lilly also planted some vegetables in her greenhouse She planted tomatoes, potatoes, mushrooms and cabbage. Then on Friday, the last day of school, it was stormy and strangely Dylan went outside. I got worried that something might happen, what with the lighting around, so just as I was about to leave my room he started doing some kind of fighting routine. I was amazed at what he could do… .... ..... ..... And today, Saturday, I was visiting my parents. It’s the anniversary of the accident. The anniversary of the spark that started the blaze on a curtain. The blaze which consumed an entire hospital, only a few survivors made it out alive. And at the time, from when we parked outside the burnt hospital to the time at funeral, I didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t understand why my parents hadn’t come to pick me up from school. Then that day it hit me, and I realized what had happened. I guess, at the time, I was denying myself that what had happened, and then later on I accepted it. It was the only way I could explain it.
Since telling Ryan about it, I don’t cry as much as I use to. Sometimes I do but not as much anymore, in fact it’s actually very rare.
There they were. I smiled as I approached the gray stone graves “Hi mum, hi dad. I’m back again!”
“Lilly wanted to be here today, but she couldn’t make it. So she told me to give these instead.” I put the white tulips in front of mum’s grave, and the yellow in front of dad’s. “Well, you don’t have to worry about me anymore, mum dad, I found a home. I know it. I know if you were here dad, you’d march into the house and do a whole safety inspection!” I giggled at that. It was true; he would do something like that.
My dad was never the business type of man. He was a family man who knew that family came above all else. He was also a joker, and made everyone smile and laugh. My grandparents, or his parents in his case, were really rich because they had very high status jobs. Even though they are both dead as well, there are remembered very well among society. But back to my dad, he was expected to be the next in line to take over his father business, which was a car business. But my dad didn’t want that, he was more interested in medicine. He says the reason he had such an interest was because something told him to go for it and study it. He thinks it was because that was the way he met mum for the first time. Something was telling him to go for it, and as a result he met mum.
I really love my dad; we use to do a lot together…
“Scissors, paper, rock!”
“Okay, a tie”
“Sam, I’m gonna beat ya! You’ll see. I’ll get to decide what we have for dinner tonight! Because I'm the ultimate scissors, paper, rock champion!”
I laughed; he could be so funny sometimes.
“Scissors, paper, rock!”
I grinned as I saw the result. I won! “Yay! Woot!”
“Nooooo! How can this be?! What is your secret?! Tell me, oh great one of scissors, paper, rock, how you win against me?!”
“No way!”
“Alright, you asked for it!”
“Dad, stop! You’re tickling me! Stop!”
“Not until you tell me how you won against me.”
After a moment he stopped smiling. I cleared away the tears that run down my cheeks because of all the laughter.
“So, kid, what’s for dinner?”
I smiled at the memory. I had so much fun with my dad…
“And knowing you, mum, you’d go into the kitchen and cook up something so delicious! Or you’d make sure that didn’t get into any trouble.”
My mum was always teaching me life’s lessons and other things. She would come to school to pick me up. My mum got along almost instantly with everyone. She had so many friends at work and in the neighborhood. It was because of her kindness and respect. My grandmother, who is currently living in Fiji, would always tell my mum to follow her dreams and see where it would take her. My grandfather died before my mother was born, he got killed in a traffic accident. That didn’t stop my grandmother from rising up my mum to be the kind woman she became.
“Oh sweetie. It’s going to take longer than I thought to get you walking! "But you know what, when you grow up and you become a child, a teenager, an adult and even a grandmother, there are times where we have to pick ourselves up when the going gets tough. “Some situations are so tough and sad, however, that we may not be able to pick ourselves up. Sometimes we need help. But that’s okay, nothing wrong with it. Just know sweetie, that when you can’t pick yourself up, whether I’m alive or not. “I’ll always be there to pick you up…” “I thought I’d find you here.”
I snapped out of my thought quickly standing up and turning to the source of the voice. I felt relief come over me as I saw who it was “Selen! Hello.”
“Paul told me you would be here. I hope I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” I smiled “No, you’re not. I was just here visiting my parents” –I gestured a hand towards the graves –“It’s been a year since their death. I just wanted to visit them, you know?”
Selen came over to the grave, her head bowed down in respect “I didn’t realise. Maybe I should leave.”
“No, you don’t need to do that! It’s okay, mum and dad don’t mind visitors.”
Selen smiled bring her head up and turning it towards me “Okay, if you say so.”
She then turned to the graves, her smile widening “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
I smiled and turned to her “I think there smiling back.” Selen remained silent just smiling at the graves. Then I remembered the last time I saw her. I wonder if she reached the witchdoctor.
“Selen, did you find the witchdoctor?”
She turned to me, her smile dropping at the edges “Yes, I did. But the journey getting there was hazardous. I had to travel a long distances at then if that wasn’t enough I had to climb up a cliff!” – My eyes widened at that part –“I eventually reached her. She helped me cure the skin irritation. However, she said that she may not be able to help me next time. I don’t really know what she means by that…”
I didn’t know what she meant either. Did she mean she was only going to help her once? I didn’t press on into the thought “Well, um, at least you’re okay now. I’m really glad you’re okay.”
Her smile came back again. She then looked passed me. She frowned “Funny, why didn’t I see it before?”
I felt puzzlement come over my face “Sorry?”
“My brother’s grave, it’s next to your parents.”
I turned to the direction she was looking towards. Sure enough there was a grave there, with a stone Celtic cross and fence around it.
“I’m sorry, I had no idea. I should have seen it before,” I said biting my lip. Why didn’t I notice before? I mean surely the name Howarth would have appeared on the grave clearly to me.
Nothing to be sorry for” she said her smile becoming brief, and then completely vanishing. She walked towards the grave, a thoughtful and somber mood on her face. I slowly followed her as she came to a stop in front of the cross.
“This is my brother,” she said not turning to me, her voice became low and almost inaudible “This is Lilly and Dylan’s father…”
I felt shock pulse through me. This was his grave? She me before that her brother died five years before the curse. I looked at the date on the grave.
JACOB BENJAMIN HOWARTH
1960-1997
A LOVING FATHER AND HUSBAND.
HE WILL BE REMEMBERED FOR HIS KINDNESS, BRAVERY IN THE FACE OF DANGER, STRENGTH AND PURE HEART.
“I miss him.”
I looked at Selen, her expression was somber “I loved him so much. When we were children, he’d always be the one to make sure everyone was included. He never wanted to leave anyone out. He was the oldest in family, born first out of seven children. Then when he got married at thirty, the joy kept coming. My sister-in-law was so happy. She was probably the happiest woman in the world at the wedding. I’ll never forget the look on his face at the wedding. It was something I’d never seen before, and I wish I could see it again…that smile he had, for the first time. Now, he’ll never smile again, that warm, happy smile of his.”
My face fell into thoughtfulness. He must have had a huge impact on the whole family. He must have been something very special to everyone. I looked back at the grave. That when I noticed it. I frowned. The date said 1997. Selen said he died five years before the cure, that meant Dylan and Lilly wouldn’t have been born. And because they were my age, seventeen, they too were born in the year 1992. So he died when they were…five. That…that must have been so devastating. To lose your father at that age. Yet Selen told me that he died five years before the curse. Why was that? Did she want to forget something that happened Lilly and Dylan? Did she wish he were dead before the curse by five years?
I felt like I was almost going to cry. I managed to hold it back keeping the tears from appearing.
I looked back to my parents graves. I had an idea.
I walked back to their graves; I could feel Selen’s sad eyes on me “What are you doing?”
I smiled as I bent down towards the flowers “I kinda noticed that our brother’s grave doesn’t have any flowers. Every grave deserves some flowers, don’t they?” I picked up the vase of yellow flowers and carried them back to the grave of Jacob. As I placed them behind the gate I continued “I’m sure my parents don’t mind sharing a vase. But I just noticed that the grave needed flowers. Not only that, theses flowers are extra special. “Because they’re from his daughter, Lilly. And in a way, the flowers represent something else too. They represent…his smile. It’s because that no matter what, dead or alive, his always smiling. Just like flowers, they always continue to bloom no matter what. That special smile at his wedding, his smiling it right now. His smiling because his children are safe with Paul. His smiling because these are Lilly’s flowers. His smiling because you’re here, to see him.” It was then that I noticed she was looking at me. A smiled curved on her lips“You truly are a unique, Samantha.”
I felt my cheek change to a light pink “Oh, no I’m not unique, my, my no way-!”
“You are. And I think Jacob is smiling down on you too.”
My eyes darted to the cross again. Suddenly, the air felt warm and fresh. My smile widened. I fully turned to the grave “Jacob Howarth, it’s a pleasure to meet you…”
(I know this sounds strange but I actually cried while writing this chapter, probably because what there is to come *grins*…
That and also I recently got Daughtry’s latest album, Leave this Town. There are some really sad songs on the album. Currently I’m listening to Call you Name, track 12 on the album.
Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. If you have enough time, comments are greatly appreciated and are my inspiration. The poll is still up for voting. One particular question on it is really important, ‘cause it’ll determine how the course of the story goes, figure out which question it is ;)
Thank again!
Keep siming and creating!! :)
-Warrayfinson)

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#13aakerhjelmJul 21, 2009

Again a really great chapter. i'm really looking forward to the next one...\:D \:D

#14omik79Jul 21, 2009

Again!  Awesome!  A masterpiece \:\)

#15Chuck66Jul 21, 2009

yes it is a masterpiece and i loved the make up!

#16fabrizioammolloJul 21, 2009

Fear and magic in an epic story! \:rah\:

#17Little Cloud Jul 22, 2009

\:\( *Sniffles* So sad! But I LOVE your writing, OMG, I really, really, really, really can't wait for part 12. GREAT JOB \:rah\: \:rah\: \:rah\:
P.S. In the last picture, Samantha looked like Aerith :P

#18MangioJul 23, 2009

great part. you really are a talented writer. you were almost going to make me cry. \:wub\:

#19LellieGJul 23, 2009

Loved it Warray! \:rah\: You had me on the verge of crying! And is it just me, or does this story have some similarity to Fruits Basket? \;\) (I googled it after you mentioned it a while ago) \:D

#20SandraRJul 23, 2009

Good story

#21Michelle 111Oct 19, 2009

I have not been spending much time on the computer, so I am catching up on your story today. My husband died a couple of years ago and a very close friend died 3 months ago. I did not cry reading this chapter, I did not even feel sad, it made me think of all the good times we had together. I finished this chapter with a smile on my face knowing that the memories will always keep them alive in my heart. Thank you

#22Jan 8, 2012

Love the story but the pics don't show up on my laptop\:\( 

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