The Daylight Mirror

Chapter eighteen

Arnold's questions swirls around the top of my mind as I ran up the stairs to the small library room at the back of the house. Bursting through the closed door, a small ray of bright sunshine burst through the miniature window, sitting in the furthest room; cages in by floor to ceiling bookshelves. The ray of sunshine stopped at the bottom of the reading chair, showing off any of the dust particles swimming about in the air. In quick strides to the stack of books sat next to the reading chair. Recalling back to when I was looking at the books one in particular book stuck that could potentially tell us more. The text book with pictures of the jewellery box, the book, the mirror and Maverick may be the best bet to show to Arnold for him to help explain to us. Although,he may be able to look at the long list of names and recognises any of them.

I riffled through half of the stack of books until I found the correct book that I am looking for. Before I took off back down to the others, I took a seat on the reading chair for a moment. Taking the time to flip through the first few pages of the book, I ran my hand down the forever long list of names handwritten on each page. Vividly for a moment I closed my eyes as I continued to run my fingertips along each letter of every forename and surname. Truly wanting to know them so badly a sharp pain attacked my head. It felt like it was more behind the back of my eyes rather than around the rest of my head and temples.

Increasing pain shot through the back of my eyes as it soon began to burn up quickly like a furnace burning away at wood. Now that I am getting in too much in pain my eyes flew open dry and sore. Shooting up out of the chair, I throw the book down onto the chair and attempted to cry out in immense pain. Out of the blue I tried to use my fingernails to take my eyeballs out to get to the burning pain that is sitting there. The sharp pain embedded in with the intense and rising burning sensations behind my eyes refused to stop or go away all together. So desperately wanting to cry away my pain, I instead used my vocal cords to voice it all out.

My high pitched head-splitting, deafening screaming echoed off of the bookshelves right behind me. Arnold, despite having a much older appearance, sprinted into the room to see what I am screaming about. He is soon followed by the three other girls who also have a painful look in their eyes. Getting weak at the knees I collapsed to the floor and in a split second Arnold rushed up behind me. Sitting himself on the floor behind me Arnold wrapped his arms around my own arms and cuddled me up against his chest and then slowly rocked the two of us back and forth. Resting against Arnold I stopped screaming after my voice cracked and throat grew sore and weak.

For a while it stopped me scratch my eyes however I tried to fight out of his grip with the little strength I had left in my arms. Arnold tightened his grip around me as he murmured nice comforting words into my ears. Neither one of the girls dared to move further into the room from the edge of the doorway. Which I am grateful for at the moment while I am not in the greatest mind set right now. Veronica has a worried and concerned look attached to her face during which time Millicent and Emersyn have a hard to read poker face written on them. Time slowly and surely whipped by as the throbbing pain behind my eyes did eventually calm down. On top of that the high temperature burning decreased slowly soon after the throbbing pain faded away. Breaking the silence Arnold is the one to speak first.

"How are you feeling now?"

"Okay I guess." I reply horsley.

"You are obviously in no state to form a proper sentence together so I will help you up and let's all go down stairs and firstly get some liquid down your throat."

Taking that hint Veronica scattered down the hallway to put the kettle on. Regardless of the recognisable and unmistakable hint to leave the room. Millicent and Emersyn ventured into the room either arms crossed over their chest or hands gripped into tight fists turning white. Arnold simply just glared at the two of them up to when he calmly got up on his feet. In the process Arnold brought me back up to my wobbly feet not letting go of my arms. Still not trusting me completely to walk on my own Arnold shuffled around facing me before changing his grip onto my wrists. Taking me out of the small library room Arnold helped me down the stairs and then planted me on the sofa in the living room. Perfectly on time Veronica walked into the living room with a cup of coffee and in my favourite mug to top it off. From the sofa I watch carefully as Arnold shuffle his stuff including the briefcase onto the coffee sat in front of the fireplace.