Destiny: The Untold Story of Evelyn Salvatore

Chapter VIII

I'm not sure what I hate most: the fact that I don't have a social life anymore, or the fact that I can't even go pee without my parents fearing for my life. I'm on my laptop on the couch, and both Mom and Dad are too distracted with their magazines, to even be able to see the screen.

I'm kind of curious about this Imogen girl, so I look up her last name, ó Mathúna, and there are a lot of ó Mathúna's in the world. I see a link that says, "Breanne and Alec ó Mathúna, and children Imogen and Brogan's house is up for sale" I click it. Looks like this Imogen girl is sort of famous in history. It says that her parents were very popular socialites and they lived in a mansion in Mystic Falls. It also says that Imogen was a troubled child, and her parents favored her brother. They come from Irish descent, and lived in the late 1800s. It also says that Imogen went missing when she was seventeen and was never found. That's probably when she was banished to the prison world.

This girl's house is only a few minutes away... no, my parents would never let me. Light bulb! I just had a light bulb go off in my mind! I have an idea...

"I'm going to go get dressed," I say, getting up from the couch.

"Okay, I'll wait outside your door," Mom says getting up with me. We walk upstairs and I close the door behind me when I walk into my room. I quickly put on some clothes, and go over to my window.

"Almost done?" Mom asks.

"Yup," I say, "One sec," I put my phone in my back pocket, and open my window, as silently as possible. I'm so scared right now, but I know I have to do this. I need information. I want to know more about my destiny. I climb out of my window, step onto my roof, and then jump down (It's only maybe five-ish feet). I don't look back, and I run. I know that Mom is probably in my room right now, flipping out. I hear in the distance shouting, "Evelyn!" I feel sick, but I know I need to do this.
I take the shortcut through the woods, because her house is in the woods. That website was right, that house is pretty huge. It is really old, and the wood looks like it's rotting. The steps up to the front door look like they're about to collapse, so I jump over them. I turn the rusty doorknob and open the door.

Straight ahead is stairs, to the right is what looks like a parlor, and to the left looks like an entertainment room. I walk around the first floor and see the kitchen. There's a pile of drawings on the table. They all have the name Imogen on the bottom, so she must've drawn them. There's spider webs and dust everywhere. I walk into the dining room, and then a living room. Lots and lots of old, dusty furniture.

I go back to the front and walk up the stairs, and to the right. I see a door slightly open, and walk in. This is Imogen's room. There's white and pink lace everywhere. On her bed, curtains, rug, everywhere. It makes me feel weird being in her room; it's as if it's my room, a hundred years from now, after I'm dead. I see a door off of her room, that's also slightly open. Her closet. There are some clothes, but a small notebook in the corner, catches my eye. It says "Mo dhialann." Which means "My diary" in Irish. I'm taking Irish as an extra language at school, so I can probably be able to read it, but I'm just going to translate it in my head. I open it and start to read.

"My name is Imogen ó Mathúna and I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel this weird feeling, like I need to do something. I think I'm going crazy. I met this witch today. She told me about my "destiny." And I don't know what to do..."

I look up from the notebook, and gulp. I put it in my bag, and walk out of her room. I take a peek in the other rooms in the house, but nothing interesting. I better get home before Mom calls the cops. I run home and when I reach the house, and I take a deep breath and walk into the front door. Mom and Dad speed walk toward to door when they hear me come in.

"Evelyn Salvatore, where the hell where you? What were you thinking? You could've been killed!" Mom and Dad both say at different times.

"I just needed some air okay," I say with my hands in my jacket pockets.

"Do you realize how worried we were? You can't just sneak out to go get some air!" Mom exclaims.

"If you need some air, then one of us will walk outside with you!" Dad says agitated.

"Okay, I get it," I say more rudely than it sounded in my head.

"Do not be rude, Evelyn!" Mom shouts, pointing her finger, "If you sneak out again, you're done," she says.

"Mom. I'm basically on house arrest here. You guys have made it perfectly clear the my life, is already done." I shout.

"Evelyn, lower your voice -," Dad says.

"No! No, I'm not going to lower my voice! Stop being such parents and let me be a human being!"

"Hey! We are your parents, we need to protect you!" Mom pleads.

I groan, "I hate you guys, just go away!" I yell at them.

I walk between them both, nudging their shoulders. I plop back onto the couch, and ignore both of them as they try to talk to me. We then all watch T.V. silently.

It's two hours after that whole meltdown, and I'm starting to feel guilty about what I said to my parents.

"I'm sorry I said I hated you guys," I say quietly.

"It's okay sweetie, we know you didn't really mean it," Dad says, with a soft smile.

Mom kisses me on the head, and hugs me. "It's okay," she says, "Just don't you dare do that again," she says with a chuckle.