Return By March 12th

1: The Beginning

The Beginning

My eyes open and I slowly regain sight. I’m in a grey room. They door in the far left corner seems to be open. I start to stand up but my head suddenly has a piercing pain. Ouch. I decide to lay back down. But, where am I?

I wake up again. I’ll try this whole thing again. I stand up, my head still hurts but less so. I walk with small step towards the now closed door. Darn. I look around. I see the ceiling. It has one light. The room is dim but I find my way to another door. This one is open. I walk out into a hallway.

I keep walking until I see a woman at a desk. “Um hi. Where am I?” I ask, my voice sounds weak. “Well hello there, sir. I’m sure you’ll know if you just walk down that way. And my, that is a huge bump you have on your head. How did that happen?” She asks politely. I see her name tag. But when I try to read the name the letters jump around. I feel the top of my head. Sure enough there’s a huge bump.

“I don’t know how it got there.” I say with a lot of confusion in my voice. “Alright what’s your name then?” She asks, I still can’t read her name tag. “My name? It’s Matt. Matthew.” I say now remembering. “Oh that’s wonderful! Here I’ve been told to give this to you.” She hands me a box. It’s about a foot in each direction. “Thanks” I say. With that I walk down the hall she said would take me out of this building.

At last I see day light. I walk out the door and take a breath of fresh air. I look up, I’m surrounded by tall buildings. I still don’t know where I am. I see a teenage girl I run over to her, the box still in my hand. I ask, “Hi. Um where am I?”. “You’re in Portland! Duh!” She says laughing. What the heck am I doing in Portland? I live in Denver, Colorado! “Thanks.” I say. “No prob!” She says still laughing. Whats so funny?

I’m sitting on a park bench. I look down at the box. I guess now is a good time as any to open the box. I fish around in my pocket finding nothing so I try my best riping off the tape, which finally becomes successful. I look inside and find an envelope and black bag with something inside. I’ve never been polite and opened cards first so I pick up the black bag. I find the way to untangle it. I reach my hand in. I fit my fist around something cool. It’s a bit sharp, but cold, it feels old. I look around to see if anyone is watching me. No one is. I pull it out slowly. I look down at my fist. In it is the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen. It’s a deep blue. It can only be one thing. The Hope Diamond. Flash back.

A teen is standing by a man. The teen seems bored and uninterested in whatever they’re doing. “Do you know what this is?” Asks the man. “A stupid diamond.” The boy says a little harshly. “No. It’s the Hope Diamond. It’s the biggest diamond in the world. Everyone who has ever owned it has died suddenly after owning it and the Diamond is told to be cursed. That’s why it’s in the Smithsonian. Do you have any idea how much it’s worth?” The man says. “Nope!” The boy says with fake enthusiasm. “A quarter of a billion.” The man says smiling. “How interesting. But seriously, you could get a lot with that much money!” The boy says having a bit more interest. “Exactly. That’s why so many people want it. It could be the first part of a lot of bad events if it gets into the wrong hands. If it does get in the wrong hands... it will be very bad.” The man says gravely. “Um... ok whatever.” The teen says. “No, it’s not whatever. You have to promise you’ll help me when the time comes. Do you promise that?” The man asks completely serious. “Sure why not...” The boy says reaching for his hood. “Do you promise?!” The man asks almost yelling. “Alright! I promise!” The boy yells back. “Good. That diamond can be a very bad thing.” The man says his voice turning icy.

How did I get this?!? I better read this note.

Matthew,

Knowing you, you have probably opened the black bag and found what the content is. You’re probably freaking out. Don’t worry, all you have to do is find the actual thief. I stole it from them and gave it to you. They killed me in result. You’re now wondering how I wrote this letter. I wrote it before they killed me. Then I sent you to Portland to a place where they take your memory away. Hopefully it will help you with the upcoming events. I also hope it takes away all the memories that I scarred. I’m sorry.