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We sat silent in the living room, waiting for her to go away. She rung the doorbell at least ten times, before she finally left. I stepped out on the doorstep, just to make sure that she was gone. At my feet was a box. I picked it up, and looked inside. It was a box of cookies...and inside was a note. Addressed to me.
I quickly unfolded it, and read what was written.
Clare, you're a smart girl. I bet you've figured out already who I really am. Or haven't you? I'll give you a hint. My real name is not Ethne, or Edith, or Rosemary, obviously... But you have met me before. One year ago. And just so you know... I don't hate you, Clare. I actually sort of love you. But I need you dead. Anyways, I will definitely see you soon, darling.
P.S. Enjoy the cookies.
The crumpled piece of paper fell to the ground, and I stared blankly after it. What I thought was a put-together puzzle, was now an unsolvable math equation. Nothing made sense. Nothing fit.
I walked back into the house, leaving the note and the cookies outside on the ground.
"What were you doing outside?" Eli wondered.
"I was... I don't know." I answered, truthfully.
"The whole Rosemary/Ethne thing has you on edge doesn't it?" He asked.
"Yes, it does. But I have to figure out who she really is. It's like she's playing some sort of sick game with me. She told me that I have met her before. A year ago... She told me that she loves me, but needs me dead. She's insane, Eli. And, it's making me insane too. This constant hiding, and looking over my shoulder everywhere I go. It's making me crazy!" I finished my rant, and Eli held his arms out for me.
I went into them, just eager for his embrace.
"Clare, She will never get to you. I'm here, and I'll protect you. She's just trying to get into your head, and you're letting her. Don't let her win." He whispered in my ear.
"You're right." I answered. "But I still need to find out who she really is."
"Why does it even matter? She's psychotic, Clare. You probably have never met her. She's just feeding you lies, and you're believing every one of them." He muttered.
"I know that she is a psychopath, Eli. And I know that she is a compulsive liar. But, I also know that she is telling the truth about me meeting her last year. I just have to figure it all out. This is one question that can't go unanswered. I have to know. For me. For my mother. For everybody that Ethne has ever hurt... I need to know why she's doing this. I need answers."
"I understand. At least let me help you. We'll find out together." He murmured.
"Alright. Sure."
"Where do we start first?" He wondered.
I thought about that for a second. Honestly, I had no idea where to begin.
"Well, she said I met her last year... So, I guess we start there."
"At school, or outside of school?"
"I don't know."
"Let's start with school then." He replied.
I nodded.
I went upstairs, and grabbed last year's yearbook.
I flipped through the pages.
"She was a sophomore last year." Eli muttered.
I looked at him, confused.
"How would you know?" I asked, defensive.
"Because, when she enrolled this year, she was a junior. Which means last year she'd of been a sophomore."
"Oh." I murmured, catching on.
I turned to the sophomore section, and began looking through all of the people. A lot of them I recognized, but a lot of them I didn't. I looked through every picture, but I none of them looked familiar. I knew that I had never met any of them before.
I flipped to the juniors.
"Maybe... She failed." I muttered.
I looked through the pictures, examining every face. Again, none of them rung a bell. I was sure I'd never met any of them. Wherever I had met Ethne last year, it was not at school.
"She's not in here." I whispered.
"Well, where could you have met her? What is a place that you frequently went to last year?" Eli asked.
"I never went anywhere before I met you." Well, I went places...But not frequently." I amended.
"Clare, think. It must be some place that you go to a lot. There isn't a place like that?"
"No. Not besides school."
Eli sat cross-legged on the floor beside me, looking deep in thought. He put his face in his hands, thinking. A few minutes later, he looked up at me.
"Clare, what about...Church?"
"I don't remember ever seeing her there." I muttered.
"She's a genius with make-up.. Maybe her normal look is different from her Ethne look..."
Eli was the genius. That must be the answer. But, not the answer to my question. That still didn't supply me with a name... And, if I didn't know what her face really looked like, how would I ever figure out her real name?
I wouldn't.
But, I would try.
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