Chapter 10 - Clues and Riddles
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Running a hand through my hair, I let out a puff of air. “At the beginning of nightfall… what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked, scratching the back of my head in confusion.
I glanced between the both of them for answers and in response, they simply offer clueless shrugs.
Mum clapped her hands together with a tired smile. “Alright, time for bed.”
“But, what about the clue?” I fr, own.
“Can you think of anything right now?” She asks, and with a pout I shake my head. “Then you need to simply give it time and think, the answer will come to us. And in that time while we contemplate, we also need to rest up which means it’s late and it’s time for bed.”
Not knowing what else to say in r with a response, Katie and I rose to our feet and I carried along the diary with me to my room. The chest box has already been relocated to my room, that way it’s close to me, and we can avoid anyone possibly coming into our home and seeing it.
Also, we get to avoid curious questions that would be raised once it’s spotted just sitting there.
Katie and I laid in opposite directions on my bed, with me trying and failing to concentrate on a book I'd picked up to distract my thoughts, while Katie let her fingers fly over the screen of her phone as she texted someone.
After a couple of minutes of silence, and the fact that I couldn’t take my wandering thoughts anymore, I decided to ask a puzzling question.
Placing the book face down on my chest, I peek at Katie beneath my lashes. “How are you not freaking out by all of this?”
She chuckles, glancing at me with a smirk before putting down her phone. Rising to her knees, she shifts on the bed and settles by my side with a huff while I lean against my headboard.
“Are you kidding me, I love stuffs like this, it’s basically my life!”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, with my eccentricities and all, this kind of stuff wouldn’t scare me away so don’t worry.” Patting my knee, she stretches out her hands above her head with a yawn.
Pursing my lips, I stare at my best friend with a tilted head. “I honestly don’t you sometimes.”
“Not many do.” She grins. “Well, it’s been quite a day and I’m beat. I’m going to sleep, are you going to keep pretending your reading that book because you haven't turned a page since you started?”
Letting out a sigh, I glance down at the book in acceptance. Turning my bedside lamp off, I opened the drawer of my nightstand and dropped the novel next to the diary inside. Shutting the drawer close, I shifted to a more comfortable spot on my bed and went to sleep.
This time, instead of dreaming about my parents i dreamt of a dark tunnel. And at the end of the tunnel was a small shining light calling out to me desperately, but before I could take a step closer and investigate I suddenly woke up from my dream.
Slowly sitting up in bed I try to make something of the weird dream, concerned about whether or not the dream is simply a reflection of my worries or if, despite how creepy it sounds it has a connection with this “island of the lost” my biological mother wants me to find.
That thought raised so many unanswered questions that I decided to focus on something else. Heading down I found Katie and my mother, in just their pyjamas sipping hot coffee while watching the sunrise through the bay windows.
“You guys have such a nice view,” Katie sighs. “If only night sets in this direction we can watch the growing dusk every evening just like this.”
Her words made me pause in thought, and I yelled in excitement. “Sunset!”
“What?” Kat gazed to me in confusion.
“When does night actually fall?”
“After the sun sets.” My mother murmurs, and I nodded, gazing between the two of them with wide eyes as I willed them to try and understand the point I am trying to pass across.
“Exactly!”
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