Diary of Darsy

Chapter 7- Unraveling mysteries

It's friday and I didn't go to school today. My Dad allowed me to stay at home. More like I needed to stay at home cause I woke up this morning with a panic attack. And it took a lot of time before I calmed down. If I went to school there is a 50-50 percent chance I would have another attack. So I am just gonna stay at home today. And by Monday I would be back at school. It's 10 o'clock in the morning and I have already received multiple texts from Audrey and Lena. That's so sweet of them but I wanted today all to myself so I switched off my phone. My Dad gone out to who knows where. He's being talking about getting casted in a new upcoming film this week. Am happy for him if it truly works out. What should I do today I thought. I went to my bathroom to freshen up and wore a big shirt and joggers. I like to feel comfortable especially when am at home. I let my hair loose and went downstairs for exploring. There is one room in my house I haven't visited since we moved here and that's the art room/studio. My Dad always makes sure that there is an art studio anytime we moved into a new house. He knows I would never visit that particular part of the house but he still puts it anyways. But anyways I decided to check this one out and how it looked like. And when I entered this room what I saw didn't surprise me. There were art materials, sculpting materials and others which obviously supposed to be there but in every side of the wall there is a picture of Mom that's was painted when she was alive. Both my me and other people. It's was so beautiful that it brought tears to my eyes. And there was the biggest painting putted on the wall in the middle of the art studio. It was the last painting I made of mom before she died. When she was sitting under a tree reading a book in my backyard . I never even knew Dad had kept this. Cause I didn't take any belonging that reminded me of mum with me so I was so shocked Dad had kept everything. And there were some boxes at the side of the room which am sure those contains all of mum's precious belongings.
I broke down in tears, now that I have seen this, I missed mom even more. I tried to imagine her here with me but I just couldn't . I would only hate myself even more. I wasn't ready to pick up a paint brush yet so I just went through mom's belongings in the boxes. I saw a photo we took when we went to Paris on the Eiffel tower. There were many heartwarming photos I saw of our family of three in various occasions. I saw some of Mom's clothes and I sniffed them inhaling her scents. I was about to close the box when I saw something inside. It was a hair pin with a symbol I was not familiar with on it. It was a Snake swirling a rose symbol . I think I have come across this symbol before but I couldn't remember when. What was it doing among mom's things. Then I saw a letter, written on it was

"For my Dear daughter Darsy, Read when you're 18 years old."

What the heck does that mean!!. Fuck when am 18 years old, it's just a few months till I reach 18 years anyways. I open the letter to see a strange language written inside it. I couldn't understand a thing there. What kind of strange language was this anyways. Ugh this is so annoying. Should I show Dad, I probably shouldn't. But what should I do then, I don't even think such a language exists. I sealed the letter back and took it with me. I have closed all the boxes back and I left the room after giving my Mom's painting one last look.
I hid the letter in my drawer. I had to figure out a way to translate that language. I mean if it's a letter Mom left for me then why would she write it in a strange language. That's so unfair!!!. Anyways I had to go out to get some groceries. Eating fasts foods had become a daily thing in my life. I miss home cooked food. I had downloaded some cooking videos earlier. I am gonna learn how to cook but first I need to fill up the fridge.
I looked into my closet to find something to wear and I took out an oversized blue-striped button-up shirt, black biker shorts and sleek black loafers. I always like to be comfortable when going out for a casual outing. I didn't wear a bra under my oversized button-up shirt. I wore my biker shorts which barely showed as my shirt covered it up. I put my feet in my black loafers and I was ready to go. Oh and I tied my hair up in a messy bun. I texted Dad that I'll be out for a few hours and I stepped outside. My Dad said I could pick any car I wanted though I hadn't really thought about it. I headed towards a black G-wagon . Which was among the many cars my Dad bought. Though my Dad bought me a custom made Range Rover sports SVR. He said that was my personal car if I needed to go anywhere but I wasn't interested in using it now so I just got into the G wagon and I zoomed off.
Minutes later I arrived at the grocery store and bought the things I needed. The letter i found earlier is still on my mind. I needed to some how find a way to translate it. As I was pondering I received a text message on my phone. It's from an unknown number. I wondered who it could be when I checked it.