Secret Twin

Part 7: A Riddle

Though Blake could be helpful, she wanted to be on a calming walk. But it was interrupted shortly after she left the house. Of course Marilyn would come along. Marilyn just slowly walked on the other side of the rode, her blood stains leaving a trail every step she took.

Marilyn's head looked down at the ground, her dark black soaked hair covering her face. I mean was she her guardian angel or guardian devil? Or was she just a thing there? Not protecting at all, just, there. Zadie didn't even know at that point in time.

All she wanted was to take her mind off of everything. Just clear her head. She picked up her phone from her back pocket and looked thru it. She hadn't been on it since she got out of the hospital, she didn't even give Blake her number. She honestly kind of forgot how to use a phone. She hadn't touched one in a hot minute. She decided it was better to just put it away for now.

Zadie put her phone back into her pocket and looked over to see Marilyn still there. She wasn't particularly scared, just disturbed. Why did she have to act like that, she didn't know. Everything about her was just so, odd.

Her bare feet slowly walking across the cement. The trail of blood behind her. Her soaked hair, and gown. The way her hair covered her face from being seen. Her pale skin, some of it was a bit purple, like she just jumped into a frozen river. What was worse, no one could see it. Only her.

Everyone Marilyn passed, they only went through her. Like she was thin air. Like she was nothing. The sun was starting to set. Zadie thought she should head back before it was dark.

She walked back to her home to find another note. It was sticked on the door, it even had what she assumed blood on it. It had a perfect hand blood print on the door. She ripped the note off the door, of course it was that riddle.

"The key hides beneath where you search." Damn, Marilyn must've really wanted me to find this so called "key." Perfect timing anyway, she needed to ask Blake about it. He was a cop after all. He may know what this riddle meant.

But for right now she needed sleep. She opened the door to find the whole house dark. She figured Blake would be asleep, he always fell asleep about 9:00pm. Right now it was about 10:30pm.

She still could see a bit in the dark. She took off her black heeled boots by the door and set them down. She went up the stairs as quiet as possible, the creaks the stairs made weren't helping.

When she made it to her room she put the note down on her nightstand. She closed the door and got dresses into some more comfortable clothes. She changed into a black hoodie, a white tank top underneath, white sweatpants and tied her hair up in a messy bun. She didn't have many clothes that fit her, so this would have to do for now.

She got in bed and realized she still had blood on her hands from the note. She quickly got up and went to her bathroom. She turned the faucet, she ran her hands under the cold water.

She looked in the mirror to look at herself. She was startled. She jumped back making the floor wet. Marilyn was staring at her with her black lifeless eyes. Zadie quickly turned around to find nothing. Of course she disappears after she nearly gave her a heart attack.

She finished washing her hands before heading to bed. There was a bit of blood on her clothes, but that was the least of her problems. As she was changing she thought she could spend time thinking about this riddle instead. She picked up the note off from her nightstand. She looked at the words. "The key hides beneath where you search." The words stared back at her.

God, it made her brain hurt. Why did riddles have to be so complicated for her, matter of fact, why did Marilyn even pick a riddle. She stared at it for a good hour trying to think of something. One thing was for sure though. She was tired as fuck, plus her head hurt like hell.

She put the note in the drawer in her nightstand. She could ask about it in the morning. She definitely needed help. But how would she explain it? That was tomorrow's problem.

She lashed down and fell asleep. Her mind went blank, every care in the world faded, as she fell asleep.

The next morning she had woken up, surprisingly. She didn't have any nightmare. It was odd. But she wasn't complaining either. She got up, brushed her teeth and did her hair, like usual.

She went downstairs and saw Blake sitting on the couch. She was surprised he actually had water instead of beer. She came and sat next to him. "I have a question I've been meaning to ask." Blake looked over at her.

"Ok, shoot." Blake said waiting.

"Remember the book you found in the attic. Well, it's locked and I need to find a key of some kind. All I know is that theirs a riddle. The key hides beneath where you search. Can you help, by any chance?" Zadie asked, she hoped he would. If he didn't she would be totally stuck.

"Sure, I can look into it. Though I'm not very good at solving riddles, I'm afraid. So, I won't be much assistance. But I can definitely try." Of course he was useless. What could this man do? I mean, at least he would try, I guess.

"Thank you." She said before going to the kitchen to make breakfast. She hoped he would be a little helpful. At least she had someone helping her a bit, rather than being alone. Zadie hadn't and probably wouldn't have gotten far by herself. Though she didn't think she'd get far. She seriously wondered how he had become a cop with that brain of his.

I guess it was better than nothing.