Back Then

Chapter 8

Ross as an evil is potentially very impossible, even to imagine.My brother is sweet , calm and wise ,my fragile heart would overwhelm with the thoughts that could turn the tables this way. There was a horrible time of melancholy  , lost in grief and the insane strength of pain  , Ross used to be the only peace with a kind heart .

" Mom would be proud, we'll survive this all."

Even after being bathed in pain , he never limited the dreams and always stood for himself, till he got what he deserved.

Everything fate had to offer was inferiority, happiness for us was a choice. I was happier alone since I got tired comparing me to every other child I see forgetting that every human has their own challenges, it will be unseen until the pressure of holding it crosses our capacity.We were children ,  as loss of affection and care from bigger arms made it pretty hard , but Ross was living an unimaginably tragic teenage , unloving himself , assuring us a safe ground to grow up amidst of everything he has to tackle on the way providing it .

That man has gone through so much more than someone can possibly imagine.

Uncle Percy gave us a glimmer of hope that our life could bloom out of all the things and some day we can sit back and rewind while having a elite cup of tea .

Everything in my life taught me the difference between dark and white , dark was reality, and white was fear until I realised that it was all for better and we would be able to embrace small good things happening to us in future. Now the dark is sexy and white is elegance.

The investigations from the other side had already reached Nevada  while this side remained unclear , non directional and unsupported, remained at the corner of my cerebrum , unresolved.

My choice to dissect into the interior of this letter might not be appealing for any of them but that doesn't seem like a convincing idea for me to stop either.

There was a reluctance from a side of my brain , however my heart knew to maintain a positive balance between hope and reality. Trusting myself was thus one of the uneasy tasks for me , at least I'm aware of it , pros !

As a nervous ass even if my plans are boring , I can find a single drop of goodness and convince myself to carry on. Maybe I'm mad and psychic , I won't deny but at least I was feeling myself, unforced while doing it .

As I revolve around a different universe in an eccentric dimension ,  I assumed that there could be something relevant to open the doorway which has been mysterious till now  . I decided to go in search of professor John anyways with tremendous hope keeping my vulgar side of laziness aside , at least for a while .

I decided to pack necessary things and commence the journey. Rather than telling Tina the truth , I said that I'll be with Ahad for a few days as there was no alternate way to escape . if I get caught it could be nothing less than an earthquake or I could be grounded forever, still the fear of being caught persisted in one of corners while other corner remained confident and wouldn't mind risking it all . I'm so used to lying especially to my siblings even if I don't want to, I know that it is for my own good but I'm stubborn and sometimes I don't regret doing things I'm not allowed to . I'm a bad sister , I knew already .

I took a few tee shirts, pants and a few dozen chewing gums to distract myself, drank a lot of water , peed and prepared myself to go . To relieve my nervousness, I had to meditate and relax all my reckless muscles . After leaving Jake a goodbye message , I locked the front door and hid the key under the huge carpet in the garage the same way I conceal my inner fear of being lost again .

As I remember the professor lived in street 12 , near dad's home , in an old villa as old as him. A little away from the city buzz , it is an old city , I even doubted his existence or that he could be part of such a consequential drama for this age , man might be leading a peaceful old-age, watering lilies.. who knows .