Adric
I woke up with the sounds of my phone ringing, I groaned and reached out for it. I didn’t even bother to see who was calling before I picked.
“Where the fuck are you?.” Fuck she yells loud.
I opened my eyes open when I realized why she was angry, I didn’t come back, I was supposed to come back last night but I slept off, we went four rounds and by the time he was done, I was so fucking tired, I forgot to text her I won’t be back.
“I’m so fucking sorry,” I said, I glanced at the man next to me.
“Better be back right now.” She said before hanging up. I quickly wore my clothes, I glanced at the man one last time, Adric was a good fuck.
I stared at my phone, I never intend on having a password because I was scared one day I won’t remember it, my wallpaper was my home address, I’m just trying to be careful, my doctors said my memory would become worse than it’s already it and I’m pretty sure I’m prepared for when it happens. I called a cab and went home.
“Are you stupid?.” Chanel yelled once I got to the house. “I was so fucking worried, I tried to track you with the necklace but I didn’t find you.” My hand went immediately to my neck. It wasn’t there, did I drop it somewhere, did I drop it while dancing at the club?
“I’m so sorry Chanel, I should have been more careful,” I said.
“It’s fine, I was so worried.”
I made her worried, fuck that wasn’t my intention, how could I forget to text her I won’t be back, how could I be irresponsible with my necklace. I wish I knew which stage I was in because they overlap.
“I’m really sorry Chanel, I really am.” I felt bad.
“Hey it’s fine, it’s all good, we can get a new necklace.” She smiled, she always tries to make me feel better.
I took my hand and guided him to the couch.
“Come one tell me about him.”
“Who is him,” I asked.
“The guy you were with last night.”
“His name is Adric, I’m surprised I even remember his name. It was amazing.” I said to her.
Some may find it weird to talk about sex with their sister but I’m very close to Chanel, we are practically two bodies one soul, and I have always been comfortable talking to her about sex.
“Did you get his number?.” She asked once I was done telling her everything.
“No, and don’t ask why.” She raised her hand as if she was surrendering.
She can try all she wants but I’m not ready to have any kind of commitment with anyone, she once tried to get me to have a friend-with-benefits thing, but I didn’t agree. I know she wants my happiness and I’m okay the way I am.
I got back to my room and took a quick bath, I was about to leave the bathroom when I saw a sticker note.
Brush your teeth.
I got back in and brushed my teeth, once I was done I wore my clothes and got back into the living room.
“I got pizza,” Chanel said, I said next to her and took a bite.
“Here.” She said handing me over my medicine. “You have to see the doctor tomorrow.” She reminded me. She wrote it down on a sticker note and attached it to the fridge door and the main door.
She shouldn’t worry I won’t forgive, even if I do, the doctor makes sure to call personally just to remind me.
We ate pizza and watched a sitcom, one of her favorites, Chanel and I spent the day together before she decided to go see her boyfriend.
“I will be back soon.” She says, her son meant she would be back in a day or two, she makes sure to call me every day when she is at her boyfriend’s place, sometimes I feel like a burden to her, and I hate it. I wish I could take care of her the way she does for me; anytime I try she won’t let me.
When she left, I got back into bed and started watching Netflix, I left off while watching a movie.
The next day when I woke up, I received a text from Chanel reminding me of my trip to see the doctor, I took a quick bath and wore my clothes. I walked to the kitchen when I saw another sticker note.
“Go to the coffee house.” I took out the note.
Fuck where did I drop my car keys? I didn’t intend on finding it, I got to the door and I saw another sticker note.
“See the doctor, Key on the kitchen counter.”
Chanel is a lifesaver.
I got my keys and walked out. When I got to the car, I took out the sticker note and placed it on the steering wheel, I don’t want to forget going to the coffee house.
I got to the doctor’s office.
It was quiet as usual, the environment was friendly, and my doctor sat on a leather chair and smiled at me.
“Have a seat, Maya.” She says. I take a seat on a chair right in front of her.
“Good morning doctor.” I smiled, and she shakes her head, I know her name started with the letter S but I can’t remember what it was.
“Sabrina.” She says.
“Sorry.”
We spoke a lot which consisted of her asking questions, some I could remember and some I couldn’t. She insisted I continue taking my drugs, it was more like test questions to see if the dementia is getting worse with the looks on her face I know it is.
“You will get better.” She smiled; she knew what to say to make me smile, I wish it were true.
“Is dementia getting worse?” I asked when she didn’t say anything I knew the answer.
“It’s going to happen sooner than expected,” I asked again.
“I’m sorry for that Maya, I’m sorry you have to live with this.” She says. “You just have to enjoy your life, do it.”
“How can I know that knowing someday I won’t even remember any of it.”
“I know it’s hard, you are just 21 Maya, you have a lot to live for.” She says
My dementia is getting worse, I’m going to forget a lot of things sooner than expected, and I’m going to forget Chanel.
I got out of the hospital and into my car, I didn’t realize when tears start brimming out of my eyes, I wish it wasn’t like this. I cried for what felt like hours until my eyes got sore.
I saw the note, and wiped my tears. Maybe my doctor is right, I have a lot to live for. It’s about time I take care of that bucket list.