Staisy , a high schooler trying to live her life , trying to forget the traumatising event that took place 5 years ago in Oakdale , where she didn't want to return in her lifetime but her twisted past had other plans .
Will she face her trauma ?
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" How-how do you know it was Ellisa's ? Are you sure ?" said Daisy to me with longing eyes .
" I am sure it was Ellisa's , I customised a ES mark on it-it .... and it was surely hers !"
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As we walked away from the shop, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered inside me. Daisy's concerned expression only made me realize how much I had been affected by the music box.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "That music box...it was Ellisa's," I said, my voice barely above I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. Daisy's expression turned sympathetic. "Oh, Staisy, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."
I shook my head, trying to clear the memories that were flooding back. "It's been years, but seeing that music box brought everything back. I thought I had forgotten, but...but I guess some wounds never heal."
We walked in silence for a while, the only sound being the echo of our footsteps on the cobblestone streets. Daisy's hand found mine, her grip warm and comforting.
"I'm so sorry, Staisy. That must have been devastating for you."
I nodded, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "It was like losing a part of myself. We were always together, and then...she was just gone."
We walked some more, the silence between us filled with unspoken understanding. Finally, I spoke up again.
"Daisy, I think I need to find out what happened to Ellisa. Seeing that music box brought everything back, and I can't ignore it anymore."
Daisy's grip on my hand tightened. "I'm with you, Staisy. We'll uncover the truth together."
Daisy's words echoed in my mind as we walked back to our house , nestled in the heart of the old town. I felt a sense of determination wash over me, a sense of purpose I hadn't felt in years.
As soon as we entered the house , I began rummaging through old boxes and trunks, searching for any clues that might lead me to Ellisa. Daisy watched me with a curious expression, then joined in, helping me sift through the memories of our past.
We spent hours poring over old photographs, letters, and diaries, but found nothing that seemed relevant to Ellisa's disappearance. Just as we were about to give up, I stumbled upon an old, dusty journal hidden away in a trunk.
As I opened the journal, a piece of paper slipped out, carrying a cryptic message scrawled in Ellisa's handwriting:
"Look for the truth where shadows play, In the heart of the town, where secrets sway."
Daisy's eyes widened as she read the message. "What do you think it means?"
I shook my head, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "I don't know, but I think it's a clue. Ellisa never loved riddles and puzzles then how come she left such a weird clue for me !"
We pondered the message, trying to decipher its meaning. Finally, Daisy spoke up "I think I know where we might start looking. The old town has a lot of hidden corners and secret spots. Maybe we can find something there."
I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement build up inside me. "Let's do it. Let's uncover the truth."
And with that, our search began. We spent the next few hours exploring the old town, searching for any hidden spots or secret messages that might lead us to Ellisa. We talked to locals, asked questions, and followed every lead, no matter how small.
As we dug deeper, I couldn't shake off the feeling that we were being watched, that someone was waiting for us to uncover the truth. But I pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the search.
Little did I know, we were about to uncover a web of secrets that would change everything.
( Next day : At reunion )
"Do you like the party ?" asked Rebbeca from me . " Yeah ! It's wonderful, I lover meeting my past friends " I said to her smiling and as she went away my smile disappeared, I lied to her , this was the worst reunion of my life , every single person in the room gave me a pity look and asked questions about Ellisa that filled my blood with rage and anger . I look towards Daisy and as usual she was mixing up with people so I did not want to disturb her with another sets of my problems. As the next pers was about to approach me , I started climbing the stairs to go towards the washroom just to avoid that person .
I guessed that the room in the right is the washroom and the one in left is Rebbeca's room , I came once I was a kid .
As I entered the washroom or as I thought that I entered the washroom, Rebbeca's neat and tidy room was in front of me . I couldn't stop myself but to look into her stuff and the pictures she had in the pin board , all of our pictures and memories were there , it was so beautiful that I wanted to take it with me but I couldn't do that .
As I gently sifted through Rebecca's belongings, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. Her treasures were a testament to a life well-lived, each item a thread in the intricate tapestry of her story. I marveled at the delicate lace gloves, the yellowed letters tied with a faded ribbon, and the silver locket with a photograph of a smiling stranger. Every object was a whisper of memories past, a reminder of love, laughter, and tears. I felt like an archaeologist unearthing a long-lost civilization, each artifact a precious relic that revealed the beauty and complexity of Rebecca's life. As I delved deeper, I discovered a small, leather-bound book, its pages filled with Rebecca's own handwriting. The words danced across the page, a poignant and intimate glimpse into her soul. I felt a deep connection to this woman I had never met, a sense of shared understanding that transcended time and space.
As I opened her cupboard I saw something that I shouldn't have seen . Some printed pages and pictures of me and Daisy since our first day in Oakdale , and underneath there was some pictures of us going in the creepy shop yesterday. I froze as I saw it but adrenaline ran through my veins. I quickly grabbed the printed papers and clicked pictures of it because I didn't have time to read it as I heard someone approaching. I quickly tried to hide everything—
" What are you doing in my room Staisy ?"
Author: Sorry dear readers it took me little time to write this part as I was thinking about it and that is why I made this part little longer hope you enjoy. [sumayya]
