Prologue
She unpacked the last suitcase,
Sydney Had a crooked and goofy smile plastered on her pale face, shivering at
the cold, she slowly shuffled to the living room, she lit the fire to warm
herself, then she whispered lightly to herself “so welcome to Serelation, the
city of unsolved mysteries.”
I slowly opened the carved wooden door of my home, it
creaking as I slowly slipped my body inside the freezing room, with the air so
cold it was like the opposite of burning at my skin. I suddenly remembered the
paper, gently grasping it to pull out of my Jean pocket. I stared at it confused.
The paper had seemed to write some words by itself find
me, hiding behind curtains of thin and many, look into the window, keep this
clue, it may be worth a penny. Look into the window? Penny? I folded it up
carefully and placed it on my table, Paperweight holding it in place. I
wandered over to the microwave to make a quick meal, When I saw my reflection.
I looked for a moment. I looked at my blonde hair and Brown eyes. Hmm. Look
into the window? I quickly swiped the thought from my mind and shoved the tray
of slop into the microwave, then pressed ‘Go.’
Pulling the Now cooked slop Out of the microwave I
studied the paper once again. Nothing had changed, the words were still there.
I turned my head slightly to the right frowning and biting my bottom lip. I
squashed my lips together, they seemed to be jumping around my face. Yet my
eyes were locked on the Picture like it was going to disappear any second.
Picking at my food, I sat there long hours into the night, not moving too much,
just staring. I looked up to the clock once again, the little hands saying
3:05am lies! I flashed out my phone and pressed the on button 4:32am.
Great, the clock stopped. I frowned in defeat and set the picture down, then
slamming the paperweight on top, I started to wonder to my room, but I couldn't I just stood in the doorway and turned, facing the picture sitting On the
table. The next Thing I knew it was in my hands and I was Creeping into my room
to go to sleep. Prying the covers on the bed off I Lay down, Planting my head
on the pillow. Tossing and turning for countless more hours. I finally gave up
and just stared at the darkened ceiling. I turned to the right and smacked my
head on the wall “OUCH!” I screamed. Rubbing my head slowly to dull the pain I
found myself unfolding the picture again. Fidgeting and fiddling with the
paper, listening to the tiny crackle. The sun rose and shone brightly through
the curtains of my window, covering my eyes I slapped myself to wake up.
Kicking myself out of bed I managed a cold shower and got dressed.
Leaning my head on the wall, the coolness soothed my
scalp, which was still throbbing from last night. I threw an egg into a pan and
started to fry it. I screamed when it started to form the shape of an eye by
itself. I swear it even blinked! I pulled out the paper, the words had faded.
New words took their place. I cry all
tears, racing down in pairs, I am alone and I am scared. Okay now I am
seriously creeped out. I breathed so deeply I swear you could hear it in Africa.
I breathed slowly and not so deeply this time, And pinched my arm to make sure
this wasn't some creepy ‘horror movie’ Nightmare, a sharp pain in my arm made a
single tear leak from my eye, and a pathetic little scream. Nope, not a
nightmare.
I repeated the events of last night, screwing up my
nose, staring at the picture. This thing had some weird Things going on. I
decided to go back to where I had been cursed with finding the stupid thing.
Wandering through the alley, A man with a long beard
caught my eye. He looked like one of those futuristic hobo’s in movies that
always say creepy things. He said. “Sydney Lee I have been looking for you!”
His creepy voice sent shivers up my spine. It was like a whisper amplified into
a microphone. He Grabbed me by
the collar of my shirt, and looked me in the eye. “The window to your soul is
your eyes” Of course, the windows meant the eyes and the curtains were the
eyelashes.. I slumped on the chilly red brick wall, I slowly let my head fall
back until it too was resting on the wall.
I was still confused about that note, what did the I’m alone message mean? Why was I chosen
to get this message?
I screwed the paper up and threw it on the concrete in
front of the old man. He looked at me in disgust like I had just accused him of
a murder. He just said to me. “Girly your gonna regret that, the day you die
I’ll be laughing.” He looked at me with serious eyes and I stormed of in a
Horrible mood.
I grumbled as I Fell into bed – literally – And quickly
fell asleep, now that I wasn’t focusing on that stupid photo.
I Awoke to find a piece of paper On my face. I didn’t
even need to look to know what it was. I forced my eyes shut so tight that I
could see spots amongst the black. I breathed in deeply and forced out all of
my breath to make the paper fly off my face. I opened my eyes slowly, and
cautiously to make sure the paper wasn’t there. No paper. I sat up, somehow
still exhausted after my sleep. Sweat covered my forehead and my shirt stuck to
my back, dampening it. I sighed. I knew this wasn’t going to end soon. I turned
to my left, no longer facing the wall, standing up, I headed to my mirror. Screaming
in shock. I stared at the figure behind me in the mirror, semi-transparent and
almost glowing. She was a young girl, maybe 5, Blonde hair and Dark blue eyes.
“Please find me” she pleaded, she
faded away, I turned to where her figure was moments before, the picture was
laying on the floor, what used to be a Black and white photo had somehow
coloured itself. I stood in silence, Picture being held up in the gentle grasp
of my steady hands. I felt guilt flood through me. The eye was blue.
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The eye stared at me, I knew it was just a picture but
somehow it seemed like it had a soul and feelings. Something must of clicked
into my head because I looked up and started bouncing my right leg up and down
in a deep thought. I hummed and sighed many times before I managed to move my
body, I shuffled over to my old Desk top and Pressed the button – Ding – The fan hummed with me and the
screen slowly brightened to the home screen. Wasting no time I clicked on Google Chrome And searched ‘Missing
young girl, blonde, blue eyes’ 1,570,264 Results Great.
I spent hours searching through Posters and Websites of
blonde hair blue eyed girls that were missing. Not a single one of them showed
any resemblance to the girl I saw in the mirror. Then I looked out the window
to see white snowflakes gently drifting to the ground. I turned back to the
screen and sipped from my drink bottle,
Suddenly I felt my eyes grow heavy, and my head titled forward slightly.
My head rolled onto my shoulder and I fell asleep, still sitting in the
computer chair.
When I finally awoke I sat up in my chair, groggily
checking the time on the computer, 3:56pm I stood up out of my slump and made
my way to my small, rotting kitchen. Opening just one cupboard I instantly
found what I was looking for – Two minute noodles – With no time to be wasted
on cooking, I just snapped the plastic packet in two and slipped some of the
noodles into my mouth. After finishing my cold meal, I made my way -awkwardly
trying to not spill crumbs- to my bed room. I let my eyes drift up to the
mirror hanging on the shabby, pastel blue wall. My pupils were slightly dilated
and my eyelids were droopy, you almost couldn't notice that my eyes were really
brown. I silently pleaded to my subconscious to lead me to that girl. Somehow I
felt connected to her yet we have never met. I just hope that she is unharmed
and okay. I gracelessly attempted to dance back to the lounge like a ballerina.
But to no avail. I failed miserably, looking more like I was doing some wacky
rain dance rather than ballet.
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