What
could ever happened
Part 1
 The
light of the sun goes through the windows for
landing on the blonds hair of Frankie.
It was certainly that makes her wake up. She
opens her big blue eyes and sees a man with
brown hair who was sleeping next to her. He
was Johnny. His right hand was falling down
of the bed and his left hand was putting on
Frankie's stomach.
Frankie thought that it was the first time
that she sees him sleeping :
«He is so calm!
she thought, just like an angel!»
Everything was calm out too, we were just hearing
the distant sounds of cars. Frankie looks up
and watches her shelving unit :
«It is not so wobbly
finally...»
But Bobby was right, the floor must be changed.
Frankie counted her elephants: «It
misses one, she said to herself, oh !That's
right I almost forgot...»
Frankie has broken one's when, last night,
she was angry with Johnny and she throwed her
slipper.
Frankie turned her head on the other side and
her eyes fix on her fridge where a list of shopping
was hooked on it. «Oh!
No!»
She doesn't wanted to get up, get dress, or
anything else. But she must do that effort because
she didn't have strawberry ice cream and she
couldn't do anything without it.
 In
fact, she loved pizzas and strawberry ice cream
since her father, after taken her to see Dumbo
in theaters, offered her a pizza and a strawberry
ice cream. It was the last time that her and
her father shared something together. So the
ice creams were her 'fuel', her energy when
she was tired or in anguished. Or when she was
alone and when even Tim couldn't help her.
Alone? Perhaps no more now....
Frankie looked at Johnny.He was still sleeping
but he has removed his hand from her stomach.
So she takes advantage to get up. She leaves
a jean and a T-Shirt from her wardrobe, takes
her purse and goes out.
At the exit of her building, the street was
packed of people, all occuped by their own occupations.
Frankie goes past some shop windows and she
sees that she forget one more time to comb one's
hair and to make up. And that she needed a coffee.
So she went on Starbucks and took a black coffee
and some cookies. Then she settles on a table
and thought.
The fact of forget things wasn't new. In fact,
it was almost two years that she started to
forget.
Forget what? Almost everything... But it wasn't
HER fault. The fault of...Frankie thought that
this sort of 'continuous amnesia ' is occured
when he hitted her. Then, Frankie felt an indescribable
trouble. We took her at the hospital where we
tended her wound and make her consult some psychiatrists.
They decreeded that she will recover from this
physical and emotional shock. She divorced three
days after her departure from the hospital.
And she never talk about what happened. She
had nobody that she could talk to anyway. Exept
her mother but it will serve with nothing because
her mother will forget it too.
So, Frankie has almost the same illness than
her mother but the origin: for Frankie's mother
it was the old age, for Frankie it was a buckle.
 Like
said the psychiatrists, she took a hold on herself,
she moved and found a job as a waitress in Apollo
Cafe. She moved in an building apartement and
she met Tim, an homosexual with a lot of humour.
But she didn't have a complete trust in men
yet.
Her wound was always here, omnipresent, like
a leech, a parasite, behind her head which always
remember her what happened each days.
Finally, she realised that the only person
that she told about it was... Johnny.
Last night. Even Tim didn't know. She didn't
know why she told him, why him especially and
not the others?
She felt the need to tell him.
So like a child, he kissed the wound and said:
«Voilà. It's
gone. I make it disappear»
Frankie smiled, but she explained him that
nobody could make it disappear .It will never
gone... Never.
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Spain.
