• Nathon's Journal Entry #1
    March 12, 10


    tab "Some things are better off...unsaid."
    tab It's something my dad would say, every time I tried to press on a secret of his.
    tab It's something he said again a month back.
    tab I didn't get it, the sense in it. He gave up everything; his job, his hobby, his personality, to house some girl I didn't even know, some girl that hadn't been once mentioned, until suddenly, bam, he made an executive decision, and decided she'd be part of the family, just like that.
    tab Her name was Jenna, and my first impressions were, initially, great. She was very quiet and pretty, silkish hair dangling over her shoulder with a clean, smooth face you simply can't resist, and she had to be 16, 17 years old.
    tab But it didn't really matter to me. The fact that she was here, in our house, with out my consent, with out so much as a warning, and that she made my dad quit his job, really ticked me off.
    tab So I asked what the big idea was. What the point was, to which he replied,
    tab "Some things are better off...unsaid." And that was that.
    tab It all just sent me in flames for awhile, but my mind started to change once I began to see, more and more, who she really was.

    tab It started with a simple question, the same question that my dad wouldn't answer.
    tab "So, Jenna," I began as calmly as possible. We were sitting on my bed in our shared room, which, thankfully, was my bed, as Jenna said she preferred sleeping on the ground. "Why are you here, again?" She paused, and bit her lips, giving me the motion that I might've said that the wrong way,
    tab "I mean, don't get that statement wrong. I'm totally fine with you being here," I blatantly lied. "I was just...curious if there was any specific reason. 'Cause my dad's, you know, all 'it's confidential' and crap."
    tab "I was, actually..." she said slowly. "I was actually going to ask you the same thing."
    tab "Oh." A huge disappointment, but at least I could share my cluelessness with someone else, even if it was the very person I was clueless about.
    tab "Yeah," she said with a weak smile. "Sorry." She took a deep breath, and went on,
    tab "I don't really...remember anything."
    tab "Nothing? Nothing at all?" I asked, astonished. I began playing through my mind, pretending this was some grand mystery, and I was some sort of detective. I think stupid things like that.
    tab "Uh-huh," she replied with a little nod. "All I got is what I've got on now, and...this." She took off the beanie that was on her head, and stared at it for a second.
    tab "R.I.P.?" I asked, after leaning over to check the tag. "Is that the company name? Or some sort of tribute?"
    tab "Don't know," she answered, putting the beanie back on her head. "Like I said, I don't really remember anything." And then, I said the most sympathetic thing my brain could possibly muster,
    tab "Well, uh, sorry 'bout that. Hope you get your memory back." There are a lot of things I'm no good at. Being sentimental has to be on the top of my list.
    tab "I don't know if I want to..." I raised my eyebrows.
    tab "What?"
    tab "I don't know if I'd be able to handle it, knowing who I am and everything..."
    tab "Who says it's bad?" I tried to encourage, but it doesn't always work.
    tab "There's a reason I don't have my memory in the first place," she quickly responded. "I don't even want to imagine why. I certainly don't want to know why." The conversation began to fade away, as I began to wonder if it was right for me to be so angry. There had to be a reason for my dad to do all this. I didn't know. Not even Jenna knew.
    tab But he knew. And for awhile, I guess that was a good enough for me.
    tab But not for my mom.