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28. Pain (Part 2)

Alright guys. Here's the second part of the chapter.

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Niyesha's P.O.V.

The ride to my grandma's house was stressful. A part of me wanted to turn back and be in the arms of my friends. But the bigger part of me told me what I was doing what's better for me. Too much has happened to me, and I needed some time to myself. Just to clear my head from all the drama.

I wiped the tears off my face, and got off at Columbus Street. It was 11 at night, but there was still crowds of people walking. Most likely tourists. I turned to the right and started to walk two blocks down. I finally made it to the house.

I took out my keys and opened the door. The scent of my Grandma was still there. It was almost as if she was still in the room with me. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I ran upstairs to the room I used to stay in. I opened the door, to see it the way I left it two years ago.

There was some posters of Mindless Behavior, back when they were puny and Roc had a ponytail. I started to laugh at thr thought, but quickly got sad again remembering the hole in my heart right now. I quickly wiped away the tears.

My room was a navy blue with a black border. The blankets were Mickey Mouse sheets with a matching pillow.

I threw my bag on my bed, and went straight to my desk. I started to look through the drawers, looking for something but not knowing exactly what. That's when I found a paper taped to the bottom of one the drawers. I opened it up, and saw it was my Grandma's writing. It was in Spanish. It said:

"I see you have found yourself back here in my home. You found what you were looking for. A clue to the unknown. You probably already know you're not human. And that is okay. We were never a normal group of people. You can say we are angels in a way. But almost like a demi-god. Half human. Half angel. I noticed the changes your mother was going through when she was about 14. Her eyes changed color. She saw what others couldn't. Like what you're experiencing now. You are wondering if I am a demi-god. And the answer is yes. I mean how would I know what you were thinking every time my grandchild? Go inside my room and you would find what you need. You may not know what you need, but when you find it you'll know. All is well Niyesha. Everything will be fine. Although it is stressful, God has a way for everything. I love you."

I folded up the note and put it on top of my desk. I ran down the hall to my Grandma's room. I opened the door and flipped on the light switch. That's when I heard a noise. I turned off the switch and turned it back on to hear it again. It was almost as if the switch controlled an opening or something. I grabbed a flashlight from my Grandma's drawer and left the light off. I started to knock on the floor for any hollowness.

When I did, I took a box cutter knife from the closet, and cut the carpet in that specific spot. When I did, it was a small door on the floor. I tried to tug at it, but it was locked. I turned on the light switch, and tugged at the door again, to see it open.

Underneath the door was a box. Almost like a chest.

I took it out, and set it down on my grandma's bed. I opened it to see pictures, letters, and a journal.

I saw the pictures were of my mother when she was younger. The letters were also her handwriting. The journal were her's as well. I opened up to a random page.

September 17th, 1988

I don't understand what's wrong with me. I feel kinda loopy. My eyes have started to change color. They go from grays to even bright yellow. My friends sometimes get creeped out but find it cool. I told my mom about it and she said that for our family it's normal. She told me we are like angels. I can't wait for me to completely be one.