Music Box 2

Chapter 2

I take the bus to school. I slept horrible this night, but when do I not? The bus arrives, and I walk out.

I go sit on a bench in school. Rebecca, my friend, should come any moment. I don't have the patience right now to just sit there. I take my phone and look at Lucas his contact. I want to ask him if he found anything but it will be too early. I don't even know if he already is working his shift. "Don't be so impatient, [name]" I talk to myself. I click away and decide to play a game instead.
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The bell rings, snapping me out of my game. I look around as I realize Rebacca hasn't arrived yet. 'Rebacca, are you okay?'I sent the message to her. "Maybe she's just a little too late?

How unusual...

I walk to class, and the whole class is murmering as I take my first subject out of my bag. "[Name]!"Julie comes to me. She's one of the girls in class, I don't know her very well but she is a kind person. "Hey Julie," I reply with a smile. "Have you already heard something from Rebacca?"she asks.

Why would she ask? They've never spoken to each other...

"No, why?" I frown. "Haven't you heard?" Says another student. "Rebacca has been missing!" "Saturday she would have been disappeared, they say, "tells another. "Really? Is this some kind of joke?" "No, I'm afraid not," says Julie and shows me an article on her phone. I feel my heart drop as I see Rebacca's picture mixed up with the word 'missing'. "That's..." I can't make out many words. "Poor Rebacca," says the other student again. They begin to mumble with each other again. I just look out of the window, over the building, and the cars that drive. "Rebecca..." Her name rolls of my tongue.

"...where are you?"

I walk to my apartment. My eyes can barely stay open. "I hate school," I growl. I finally reach home, just as I take the doorknob it opens itself. The same bad feeling rises in me.

I definitely locked the door!

I open the door slowly. The chairs have fallen to the ground, lamps are broken, glass lies everywhere. A clear sight that someone broke into my apartment. I take my phone and immediately call Lucas. My phone rings and I see a letter on the table. I don't even touch it, but my eyes already read it.

You did something stupid [name]. How disappointing...

The way it's written tells me it's from Six. "[Name], why are you calling?"Sounds Lucas voice from the smartphone.

"Six broke in my apartment..."
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I watch the trees flash by. Lucas keeps his eyes on the road while he is driving to the police station. I sigh deeply. "Here was I thinking it's over," I say. Lucas doesn't reply, and the silence goes on till we arrive at the police station.
We walk out of the car. It's already dark outside. The light of the police station is very bright in comparison to the night sky. Through the window, I see a similar figure. It's the same woman who bought my building.

Why is she here? It's hasn't to do with the killers, right?

Next to her is a guy a bit older than me. He has dark hair just like her. He wears a hoodie and dark-colored oversized pants. He stands with a bored expression with his hands in his pockets. When I walk in, his eyes meet mine. But he turns away, uninterested. "Stay here, I'll be right back," says Lucas and walks into another room.

I choose a chair and sit down exhausted. "Good thing I don't work today," I mumble to myself. I glance at the woman. She doesn't look happy at all. A part of me wants to ask how the building is doing, but the other part wants to pretend I haven't seen her. I just sit down and close my eyes. "Crap... I still have homework."

"[Name] is that you? What a suprise!" My eyes open to see the woman smiling at me. Yet still, her eyes don't match her kind attitude. She still also has the strange aura around her. The guy follows her but with grudge. "Yes, it is," I answer the woman. "What are you doing here?"
"Someone broke into my apartment," I tell her.

It's not like I'm going to tell her that one of the psychos that lived in her new building did it. She might give it back.

"What about you?" I ask. "Oh, just need permission to get some things done," she replies. "Oh..."
"And this is my son," she turns to the guy. "This is Aston. Say hi, "she chimes. "Hey." "Hello."

Oh, this is awkward...

Footsteps are going closer, and I see Lucas walking up to me. "I have good news and bad news. The good news is: that everything is done and the police are busy with your apartment. The bad news is that you can't get back for a couple of days, in the worst case a week. Do you have somewhere to stay?"
I think of my parents, they would surely help me out. I open my mouth, but another voice interups me. "She can stay with us," says the woman. "Oh, that's very kind, but I think I can best stay with my parents," I say. "No, I insist. It's late and you must be tired. Tomorrow we can contact your parents, "she says. "I really think -" "I insist."

She won't let me go, does she? I can't help but feel bad for her if I would refuse. She's trying so hard...

"Maybe one night. Tomorrow I go to my parents, "I tell her in defeat. "Okay, now this is settled, let's go home," she says.

It's dead quiet in the car. The woman, who said her name is Monica, drives us to the building. I recognize the road, the trees, and the dark atmosphere. This is where it all began...

The car stops, and I see the same dark path that will lead us through the forest to the building. The forest looks very simile in light of the moon. It is choked by its own overgrown branches. The path is barely recognizable. Even the stars can't be seen through the dark trees. "I'm afraid we have to walk from here," says Monica.

I step out of the car. The cold breeze makes me shiver. We walk through the path. When I see the building, I see the broken fence, the danger signs.

This is where I found the music box...

I take a deep breath, the memories I had come back and hit harder than I would've imagined. If I never had suggested to interview Nick's uncle, I would've never even known this place. "Here it is! It must probably bring back good memories, "smiles Monica. "No, quite the opposite."

I open the door and walk in the hallway and then to the room where I made breakfast for the victims when they were still prisoned. "Are the prisons still here?" I ask out of curiosity. "Yes, I made some changes. Want to see it?" Asks Monica. I nod my head and follow her to the prison room.

When Monica opens the door, my heart begins to race. I can feel adrenaline slowly building in me. I see a very familiar figure in one of the prisons.

"[Name], I want you to meet Hener."