Forgetting - Part 13

"But Eric, I need a place to stay!"

"I said no."

"I'm your sister! You can't do this to me!"

"You aren't my sister anymore. If you need a place to stay so bad, call mom."

"I can't go back home."

"Why not?"

"I don't, it's complicated, okay."

"Sure."

"Please, Eric."

I stand at the phone booth listening to nothing for a while before I hear a click and know that instead of answering me, my own brother decided to turn his back on me. I can't go home because the truth is, I don't remember home. My childhood is slipping away and growing more and more faint every day.

I end up checking in to a cheap motel for the night, but I don't really have a job and my bank account is running low. I have two options, go home and beg for money, or get a job. Going home isn't an option, but who would want to hire a drop-out? Nobody. I go to sleep with a certain sense of unease and fear, not knowing what tomorrow will bring.