Chapter 6
What could this mean? Was this a threat to my parents? Elaine thought. Elaine picked up the diary and flipped the page. She immediately forgot about the note, for she saw pictures of her and her parents in the diary. As she flipped the pages, she forgot about the fact that her parents were dead, and the pictures brought to her memories that she had never had. She looked at a photograph of her on a slide in the park in which her father was holding her hand. Elaine felt, as though she remembered it, the memory was so vivid now. Her mother was at the bottom laughing and waving at her, holding a camera and her father stood by her side, holding her hand. Just then, she heard a ring and the memory shattered into pieces and drifted away. It was the telephone. She walked down to the phone by the dresser and picked it up. "Hello?" she spoke into it, "Hello?" There was no answer. "Hello?" she asked once more. Still, there was no answer. She shrugged and was about to put it down, when she heard someone speak. "Elaine?" said the voice. "Elaine?" Elaine didn't recognize the voice. It's probably some relative I've never met before, she thought. The voice was soft and somewhat quiet, whoever it was sounded as if they were whispering. "Hello? Who is this?" Elaine asked politely. "Elaine, E. Elaine," the voice stammered. "This is your mother."
What could this mean? Was this a threat to my parents? Elaine thought. Elaine picked up the diary and flipped the page. She immediately forgot about the note, for she saw pictures of her and her parents in the diary. As she flipped the pages, she forgot about the fact that her parents were dead, and the pictures brought to her memories that she had never had. She looked at a photograph of her on a slide in the park in which her father was holding her hand. Elaine felt, as though she remembered it, the memory was so vivid now. Her mother was at the bottom laughing and waving at her, holding a camera and her father stood by her side, holding her hand. Just then, she heard a ring and the memory shattered into pieces and drifted away. It was the telephone. She walked down to the phone by the dresser and picked it up. "Hello?" she spoke into it, "Hello?" There was no answer. "Hello?" she asked once more. Still, there was no answer. She shrugged and was about to put it down, when she heard someone speak. "Elaine?" said the voice. "Elaine?" Elaine didn't recognize the voice. It's probably some relative I've never met before, she thought. The voice was soft and somewhat quiet, whoever it was sounded as if they were whispering. "Hello? Who is this?" Elaine asked politely. "Elaine, E. Elaine," the voice stammered. "This is your mother."