17 Last Times

⤹10❁ Who?

Hello everyone! Another chapter. I literally wrote it all today. It might not be that long but some updates are better published separately, rather than mixed together!
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Two more days have passed in a blink of an eye. I managed to successfully attend school, which wasn't so bad thanks to Rayna, Connor and Nathan alternately staying by my side. Regardless of what I told Will about him skipping the lectures, he didn't turn up during those days. Nevertheless, he gave me a lift to school, after which, Nathan dropped me back to Reyman's marble palace.

It never felt like home, but now it started to feel like a prison.

I've been trying to find more ways of escaping the mansion, escaping Will, and there was one thing that he could never question me doing — visiting the graveyard.

I am here now, pacing among slate plates pointing out from the ground like a forest. I did come here yesterday, too. I had a reason.

Whoever left the bunny plushy on the tombstone and was sorry for my parents' death, didn't want to be known, in my opinion . . . for a reason.

But what could it be?

And who could it be?

These questions have been gnawing at my mind since I found the plushy and the card. Was it some relative I didn't know about? Was it a random stranger from school? Was it Will? Has he ever said he's sorry for what happened to my parents?

Who?

Who brings a damned plushy to a grave?

I shake my head, getting rid of the frustration. I've already started my plan of finding out who it is, and now I'm going to find out whether it worked.

Having approached my parents' grave, I lay my eyes on the bunny — the same bunny I discovered here a few days ago, the same bunny I brought back to the graveyard.

If the person really cares, they ought to come back and check if I've gotten their message. Leaving something else wouldn't spark their curiosity. It had to be the bunny. It had to scream I am still here! Why am I still here? So I left it by the tombstone, making sure not to forget about the I'm-sorry card, which came with the plushy. I did scribble down a few words, though. I needed to send my own message. Something they couldn't ignore.

"I think you got the wrong grave. There are no children buried down here."

Now it's finally time to see if it worked. Did the stranger read what I said?

I remove the card, which I have prevented from being rained on by sliding it into a document sleeve, from underneath the plushy, now slightly damp.

I turn the card around in between my fingers and . . . HA!

A message.

More words.

I read through them.

"Dead or not, Davina, you're still a child. The bunny was for you, and so was the card."

Davina.

They know my name. They know me.

"Who are you???" I scrawl down.

Now I need to wait. Again.

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