A/N I am really sorry this is late! I'm trying to upload every Sunday and I really have no excuse for not uploading. On a side note I did work really hard on this chapter, I don't like doing descriptions but I did a few fairly detailed ones so I hope they are okay. I have also (finally) edited the other chapters, particually the first one.

Chapter 4- Tell me why.

I spent a few weeks in the hospital before I returned home. I travelled in a black limousine with my parents who had I decided were most definitely rich. The driver held the door open for me and stared ahead, looking straight through me, but he bowed his head when my mother walked past and respectfully greeted my father. As the long journey home commenced I tried to look invisible and entertained myself imagining I was going home to a cottage in the countryside with a few animals in the garden and emerald fields nearby. Just as I had almost convinced myself my fantasies were a reality my mother spoke to me, shattering the illusion.

"Kalare, we shall be holding a party in a week to celebrate you returning home. You shall stay in your chambers until then unless you have a visitor. If you do have a visitor you shall spent up to half of an hour with them, under the observation of a servant, before you shall tell them you need to be elsewhere and politely excuse yourself." She spoke in a calm manner, the very picture of how a lady should behave, and she was cold towards me, not at all how you would expect someone to speak to their daughter.

"Yes mother." I replied, wondering who on earth would visit me, I already knew I didn't have any friends, but then I remembered, out of nowhere, my father was the head of a major engineering company – his employees would want to look good in his eyes. If they knew how much he hated me perhaps they would treat me like dirt, just as my parents did.

"And you are grounded for running off as well." My father added. I nodded my response, surprised that was all he was doing to punish me. The rest of the journey consisted of my parents talking about buying a house near the coast for holidays and me trying to falling asleep.

As soon as I stepped out of the car I was in awe. The house was a massive. I could count eight windows going across the house and there were three floors; the driveway was the length of a race track and was so neat that even the flowers faced the same way; there was a majestic wall running all the way around the grounds and a gate was gliding into place behind us. I attempted to regain my composure. The car pulled away and my dad came to my side to help me to the door, an act which surprised me until I saw a boy walking down the street – my father wanted to seem nice when he was in public. I recognised the boy to be Kyle. He caught sight of me and walked up to the gatekeeper, asking if he could come in. My father cursed under his breath and made a gesture for Kyle to be allowed in – he didn't want to upset the neighbours,

"Good morning Kalare! I'm glad you're back home." He said, smiling at me before turning to my father. "Dad asked me to tell you he wants to invest in the engineering industry – he wants to know if you would give him some advice." My father seemed happy with this. I guess he liked talking about business, maybe it made him feel superior.

"Of course I can my boy!" My father exclaimed, referring to Kyle with more fondness than he would allow to me. That hurt me, the way he didn't treat everyone badly, just me. He glanced at me and gave me a glare which only my mother and I would be able to see. "You don't mind if I go now do you?"

"Of course not, dad." I replied.

"Go inside with your mum now." I followed my mother inside the house, looking back I saw Kyle looking in my direction pityingly – did he know how my parents treated me? I stepped inside, shooting a smile at the man who was holding the door open for me. He just ignored me. My mouth dropped open at the sight of the house: there was a handsome oak staircase with a stair runner which, when it reached the bottom of the stairs, spread out into a deep red carpet; on both sides of the staircase were doors which where the most gorgeous grey and had beautifully crafted silver door handles; there were massive arches on the two walls nearest the staircase which led to corridors full of doors, all of which were as grand as the ones by the stairs. It must have been very expensive. I turned around to look at the door, looking at the rest of the hallway as I did so: the walls were white and the ceiling, also white, was plastered in the shape of a family crest; the wall with the front door had two windows which had metal flowers moulded into the frames; there were paintings of people, relatives, on the walls. I couldn't understand why I had no memory of it. I took a deep breath and noted that the temperature was comfortably warm yet the air refreshing and breathable. The scent of the house was a heavenly mix of flowers.

"You really don't remember anything do you?" my mum asked with a look of curiosity on her face. I shook my head, too surprised at the gentle tone my mum was using to speak.

"Come here girl," she called to a servant. "Take Kalare to her room. She's grounded but let her off doing chores and everything for tonight." I was grateful for this as all I wanted to do was lay down and go to sleep.

"Of course ma'am" The young woman replied. "Come on then Miss Kalare let's get you to your room." She led me up the staircase and through grand hallways to the top floor where she opened the door to a massive bed chamber. She led me through a sitting room which was magnificent. I looked around as I walked towards a door: it had two white and purple sofas around a mat; there was a desk at the side of the room with matching stationary on top; under the desk was a set of drawers and there were white shelves of books on the wall. I was in awe.

The next room was just as amazing: there was a white double bed in the middle of the room which was covered in small cushions which were different shades of purple; at the foot of the bed there was a chest; there were two bedside tables which had lamps on top. The walls, except the one behind the bed which was a deep purple with a brick pattern on it, were white with neat little purple dots on it. The room was lighted by an elegant silver light fitting.

"Wow, and I thought my parents hated me." I whispered to no one in particular. I heard the woman chuckle.

"I didn't believe them when they said you lost your memory Kalare." She said, before turning to face me, "It's for show. I'm surprised at your mum letting you out of chores, especially when you're in trouble. It's normally your dad who treats you." I smiled at her. The woman seemed familiar to me and I badly wanted to reach her name in the sea of my memories – I needed a friend in a place like that.

"Lily."

She looked at me, surprised, and said, "How come you can remember me?"

"I don't really know." I sighed, "I was trying really hard to remember your name and I managed it. I wish I could remember everything."

"Maybe it's best that you can't remember because then you won't know the bad things that happened to you." she whispered, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. I nodded. Lily was right, like I knew she normally was, I hoped that she was right because then I would have a reason to reassure myself with when I felt frustrated. "I need to go back to work now or I'll get the sack."

"Goodbye Lily." Then I was left alone with my thoughts and feelings, to wonder why everything happened to me and what tomorrow would bring. I got changed and then I, finally, floated of into the world of dreams and the world of my memories.

"Mother, why don't you love me?" I asked. I was fed up, ready to leave for a better life even though I was much too young to survive in the big wide world by myself. Everyone one I knew, including my parents, would help a five year old who was wandering the streets alone.

"You ruined everything Kalare. We were happy then you came along and ruined everything because you are selfish and evil." replied the loathing voice of my mother.

"How did I ruin everything?"

"You're a girl and we needed a boy." She hissed. "In this family the business is always passed down to a son but I can't have another child. You made it so I couldn't have a child." Her quiet voice had long since escalated into shouting and the servants that had no chance of avoiding the commotion were hurrying past – they didn't want to get involved. No one enjoyed getting fired. I didn't understand why it was my fault that she couldn't have another child but I knew I was to blame. I felt guilty. The woman yelling at me might not have been nice but I had a massive sense of loyalty towards her; the woman was still my mother.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, trying to stop the tears running down my cheek. I didn't deserve to be allowed to cry. My mother looked at me with a look of revolution on her face, not caring that I wanted to find a way to make things right - however impossible that might be.

"You will be."

A/W Grrrr! I really don't like Kalares mother. I like Lily though. She will probably go in other storys too, just because she's amazing. What do you think?

Words-1674

Total words-6583

- Elizabeth Drake