Well, here's the next chap. I wanted to post this up fast because I would be busy the next couple of weeks with field hockey. Thanks for the reviews!!
The next morning was complete and utter misery. My head had a dull ache and I could feel tiny bags form under my eyelids. My body was stiff while my hair was messy and tangled. I felt terrible, looked terrible, and had a feeling this whole day was going to be terrible.
After at least an hour in the bathroom, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. I wasn't really hungry so I sat at the table quietly. Across the hall I could hear a TV blaring in the next room. I could tell that it was a news report.
"Three people have gone missing for the past two weeks. Police state that the number of missing people has increased by thirty percent in the past two months…"
I felt a shiver go down my spine. My head throbbed and my fingers began to tingle; I closed my eyes. No, not now. I thought. The headache dulled and I wasn't visited by anymore voices. I took a thankful sigh. So the disappearances were related to my problems. I rolled my eyes nothing was making sense. I was going to have to figure this out on my own. I needed to find answers and find them now.
I quickly made my way out the kitchen and walked down the hallway. I remembered from our tour around the house that there was an office. I found the room and began to rummage through its contents. I had to look under papers and in drawers until I found a heavy phone book. I flipped through until I found a taxi agency. I pulled a phone from the desk and dialed the number.
It had been a long time since I had been to his house. I had taken a taxi across town, after hearing my aunt have a fit. It was a nice size home with a garden just as beautiful as my aunt's. I hopped out of the taxi, paid the man, and was in front of the two story house. I had his address etched into my mind. I guess I couldn't really forget it.
I found myself standing on his doorstep. I had unconsciously walked up the steps. My heart began to hammer in my chest. I felt sweat come onto my forehead. Could I handle seeing him again? What would I do once I saw him? Was there another way?
No. there isn't.
It's now or never. I hesitantly reached for the door bell. A gave a sweet ding, and was silent. I could hear my own heart beat. Feels like I'm in a fog, probably because of my headache. I could hear footsteps coming down the hall.
I took in a deep breath, "It's now or never." The door knob turned slowly. I braced myself for what would happened next.