Death's Touch (OC story) DISCONTINUED.

Chapter 12.2: Part two

When I opened the door I looked inside, There was a decorated room with posters of American rock bands from the '20s and 1980s to 1990s, some even I listen to, a bed that had many pillows and a stuffed bear with a blue wizard hat decorated with stars on it, a giant bookcase filled with old books and manga. But one thing that caught my eye the most was the paintings and sketches on the floor and the wall.

Then I saw the picture, The big picture in a gold frame.

But it was the people in the photo that made my eyes go wide.

In the photo, on the right side was Shota, A younger Shota, maybe 25 or younger.

On the left side, Was Mic, Also in his early 20s.

They both had their arms around someone.

That, someone, was younger, much shorter, they looked only a couple years older than me, girl or boy I couldn't tell.

That, someone, had short brown hair with bangs that covered their eyes.

They were in front of U.A., the mystery person in graduation robes. Giant black and grey wings sticking out behind them. 

I had never seen them before, but.

Shota looked so happy in that photo. He had a giant smile, same with Mic and the mystery person.

And that's what made my eyes go wide. 

I had never seen him like that. I had never seen him so happy. 

Then I heard a creak on the floor. Turning around I saw Mic, standing there with wide eyes. Once he got to where I was standing, he smiled. Not a big smile, but it was there. He looked around the room, he had been here before, I could tell. The way he looked as though he remembered a lost memory. 

And suddenly I wasn't so tired, I wasn't so hungry. Suddenly I was even more curious than before. Who is this person? And why did they make them so happy? I looked around the room, looking at the smallest details."You should go to bed. It's late." Mic finally said, "You've had a busy day..." He said. He wasn't lying. But I wanted to know more. Because, when Mic looked into that room, he looked sad. But happy? 

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Laying in my bed I kept thinking, thinking about Sam. The person who used to stay in that room. I was stuck in one position, in pain. Cause having a working uterus is just great. But other than that I was in pain because I couldn't stop thinking about that room. I couldn't sleep. My dad had a life he never told me about before, I mean we told each other a lot of things. And yeah, he probably has his reasons. Am I going to sneak in there and snoop?

Yeah, yeah. I probably am.

Mic left a while ago, and dad won't get back till early in the morning. 

I got out of my bed and walked out into the hallway, and in front of 'Sam's door'. I pushed the cat away so she wouldn't follow me in there, " Okay, time to find out secrets." I whispered opening the door. I saw the same thing I saw before, except for the way the moonlight lighted the room from behind the curtains. Nice dark gray curtains, with paint stains on them. I walked more into the room, closing the door behind me. The desk was the first place I was going to check, that's where people usually keep the most information on important things. And depending on what's inside might give me an idea of who stayed here. I opened the first drawer of the desk, but the contents weren't exactly what I was expecting.