Another Timeline Without You

Chapter 9

9

The voice never came back, although looking at the ground, there was another note: this time in black paper. Of course, the paper being black had its' problems, the most prominent one being it was hard to read in the middle of the night in a dark, creepy piece of land.

As odd and frightening as it was, Penny's hand moved before her mind could register what was going on. She sprinted as fast as she could out of the park and back to her car. She twisted the key, started her engine, and drove home–not bothering to ever look back.

This is crazy. Am I crazy? Of course not! No matter what she told herself, Penny: would unfortunately, be crazy. But with being crazy, lies being mindful of her surroundings.

Eyes glowed in the shadows–of course there were eyes! You didn't think there wouldn't be eyes, no? But anywho, Penny caught on to the sight and decided to avoid it; letting–whatever–it was—know that she did not want to do anything with it or its intentions.

How home sounded so good right now for her–we all know that feeling. The feeling of a good, cozy and warm home...Sometimes I wish I had a home, but I'm just a narrator, aren't I..?

Penny;s house was just a few more miles away, but she decided to visit Lyn, who actually wanted to go to Penny's and stay for the night, but Penny had to go 'somewhere', so her plan was simply canceled. Well, not anymore it isn't.

Penny! Hey! I thought you told me you'd be going somewhere? A curious Lyn asked, with her eyes slightly widened by surprise.

I was...I was wondering if I could stay over for tonight? I missed my best friend, was her response, accompanied by a soft smile.

Lyn was quick to let her best friend inside her humble abode. The bamboo air freshener immediately made its way to Penny's nostrils, filling her with the comfort she needed.

Lyn's house was so much cleaner compared to hers, even when Penny is quite a neat freak herself. But what she appreciated most about Lyn's house is the fact that it's so simple, she could get around as easily as she wanted to.

The guest room is free, but I know you like sleeping on the couch sometimes, so I'll just get you a pillow and blanket just to give you the choice of a bed or the couch. Isn't Lyn just the sweetest thing?

I'll take the guest room this time. It's the closest I have to my own bed, and with another small and simple smile, Penny went to the guest room–that was two rooms away from Lyn's.

The guest bed was pretty soft, though Penny could argue that hers was softer, but this had to do. She was tired, after all, so she didn't have the right to be choosy, even when Lyn gave her the option of 'couch or bed?'.

The pillows and blanket were definitely high quality, but the pillows at home gave her a sense of warmth, as her grandmother made her pillow cases, and her mother knitted her blanket. But as much as she reminisces, she has no choice, unless she wants to start her car and drive again.

Her mind filled with numerous thoughts about the day, and how creepy and inhumane the voice sounded. But what she thought about most—the letter.

My love, I know you are searching for me,

and I am waiting for you as well, but everyday is getting harder and harder. I can;t keep up anymore.

My love, your eyes are my sun, as just looking at them will blind me.

But until I feel you in my arms again, I will remain blind.

Please. Find me.

Von

At least now, we know that he's waiting. Waiting for her.