Brutal History, Great Mystery

13. Let's explore the castle and know some secrets

Alexa-

Even after telling Desmond everything, I couldn't take my mind off that voice. A man's voice. And every time I think about it, I doubt myself being paranoid because something like this isn't possible. But I am certain that I'm not imagining things too.

Desmond has already talked to Brett and Rhett saying that the environment here isn't suiting me and I need to be taken back home. He didn't even bother to tell them much about it. I do feel bad that we won't be here to celebrate the twin's birthday and that was what we came here for but this peculiar and never heard of before thing is happening with me which doesn't have any explanation. Even Desmond seems worried. He knows I'm not lying and I know this thing is beyond his logical knowledge too.

"Stop thinking, Alexa." I hear Desmond say from beside me. I am laid in bed as Des wants me to rest, actually sleep as I didn't sleep at night.

"You told them I feel sorry, right?" I ask him.

"Alexa, how many times shall I repeat myself?" He says in a cold tone. Okay,  agree I have asked this question ten times already but I need confirmation. What is so wrong with that?

"You making us feel strangers, Lex!" I hear Brett chides as he along with Rhett, both plops on my bed, and both slip in my comforter as they sit beside my legs.

"How are you feeling though?" Rhett asks.

"Better," I say smiling.

"And you'll feel much better if you comply with what I say," Brett says nodding in an understanding manner.

"What do you mean? Do you have some kinds of meds?" I ask him thinking if he has some meds for my brain but of course, I didn't say that out loud.

"Not some specific meds, baby. But the one and only great medicine that will make you forget of every pain this cruel world has to offer..." And here we go... Now he is going to change into some kind of philosopher and gonna give life advice and not to forget his hand gestures... 

"...This world would give you pain but you can't just sit there feeling like s**t. You need to show your fate that you are strong as f**k and you need to challenge it back! To challenge it back, you need to get well soon no matter if you are destined to be sick. The only thing that can make you forget about all the pain, all the s**t, all the asshole people in the world is..." He says, at the end while raising his brows in a questioning manner. He roams his eyes to Rhett, to Des, and then to me for us to give the answer.

"Alcohol!" I say along with Rhett and we cheer together. Des just rolls his eyes while stretching the world as if he has been forced to say that.

"But you know I don't drink. And definitely, I'm not going to drink here nonetheless because this place is already crazy, I don't want any more weird memories regarding the place." I say eyeing Des who knows what I am talking about. 

"The place isn't too bad, is it?" I hear a very familiar voice come from the door which the twin left open when they might have entered. Diego stands there and looks me in the eyes holding my gaze before Desmond stands and comes in my view of eye contact. I haven't even talked to Diego about what had happened last night. 

I look over to Brett and Rhett to find Brett taking out alcohol bottles stuffed inside his hoodie making me roll my eyes. That is why I thought that why was Brett coming bending forward a little. And now I know... to keep the bottles safe.

"Oh Hey, Mr. Clifford. Want to join us for some drinks?" Rhett asks.

"Yeah, come on. Let's give it to our last day here!" Brett then says clinking two bottles together as a toast.

"Last day?" Diego says and I can hear his voice close to myself now. 

Agh! These big a*s rooms!

"Yeah, we are leaving today," Brett says and I see Diego's eyebrows furrow.

"Isn't your birthday tomorrow?" He asks Brett and Rhett.

"Nah, we are gonna celebrate it back home. Change of plansss!..." Brett says in a sing-song manner.

"Why is that?" Diego asks suddenly looking at me.

"...If I may ask?" He adds.

"As Brett just said, change of plans," Desmond says and now I'm certain that he definitely has some kind of problem with Diego. Like he never talks to him in a decent manner. And well, after what I have told him about Diego coming in the room the previous night... I don't think he is ever going to even try to be decent while talking to him.

"Actually, I don't feel well suddenly. I feel sick." I answer him with a decent answer while in my mind I was like, "I feel sick of my mentality. Just need to have a quick visit to a priest and get a demon check."

"You don't' need to go, I can call the doctor here," Diego says.

"No, I'll actually go. My dad got to know and he wants me back home as soon as possible." I lie. 

'Damn me!'

Diego frowns before going out of the room saying he needs to check the work in other wings. But I know he wasn't pleased with our decision at all.

"So, how about some drinks now?" Brett says excitedly again clinking two bottles together.

"Make some shots then," Des says coming beside me again.

"And how about I go on a stroll?" I say and each of them gives me that sharp look.

"Look, I feel like s**t being here in the same room all day," I say and none of them stops staring at me.

"I won't go out of the castle's premises. How about that?" I ask.

"I'll take you on a stroll," Des says.

"Hey, I'm not going just for a few minutes, okay? I won't be coming back for hours." I say. 'Uh Oh...'

"Like half an hour," I say quickly before getting off the bed.

He agrees reluctantly and I move out in the dark, forlorn corridors. I heave a sigh,

"Time to explore!" I exclaim in a low voice before preparing myself to make my way to the deep ends of this castle. Though I told Desmond that it's just a stroll, I want to explore this castle fully before going home. There is just some unknown force that pushes me to roam in these long corridors, touch the carvings on the walls here, stand on the balcony like old days... old days? I've seriously gone mad, right?

But I want to explore this castle before I go. I don't know what to expect. Old prison? Yeah, that is the first thing that has come to my mind. The prisons that might have been locked with those old rusted locks years ago. But this castle is old and I'm sure I'm bound to get my mind blow with all the ancient things this castle has. Every single carving on the wall, every single piece of furniture left of that time, every single broken piece of vases... everything.

I can't help but imagine numerous guards standing in the very same corridor where I'm walking. They would have captured me by now had it been that era, right? 

But I can imagine the guards with their uniforms on and the king and the queen with her heavy gown passing through the corridor. With their heads held up high and other generals behind them. 

My veins start feeling more lively as I walk and walk imaging I'm in that era and even behaving like the queen unknown to myself. It feels good to hold my head up high and walk with pride. To walk like it's my own property... To walk with this freedom...

I get to the grand staircase which starts as double and then meets up on the same floor. Contemplating whether to go or not, I decide to do what I covet and heave a sigh.

I don't know what to expect but I hope I get to know something memorable and not something that would turn into a nightmare too. After all, you don't know what to expect being in an old castle...

And with that thought, I step on the first step...