oblivion(#wattys2015)

Chapter 12: Discoveries.

Quite a long while had passed. I had found out I was passed out for four days in New York, restlessly whining and writhing with memories of the past that haunted my mind. I had tried to ask more questions from Jackson, and he proved himself true to his word, never giving up real information.

Some things though, nobody can tell you, and you have to figure them out yourselves. So, after breakfast I decided to lounge on one of those chairs by the swimming pool, with a glass of orange juice in my hand. Exactly like I did back in my home in California.

These were the moments where I actually thought over the number of things that had happened. Usually, I just began writing it down on paper and the mystery would unravel itself, sometimes layer by layer, sometimes an inspiration would come to me all of a sudden.

I sat comfortably gazing up into the sky. The sun was about to set, spreading a beautiful gold sheen blanket on the navy blue velvet sea. The sight was beautiful and breathtaking indeed. Fuel to my thoughts.

I had a sister, I had a brother. I may even have parents, biological ones. This was clear. A particular word though, had latched itself onto the back of my mind, not letting go. This word was not complicated, it was pretty simple, but disturbing. Security.

For security reasons. Pixil's voice boomed in my head.

Security... security.... I could hear the echo of Jackson's voice too.

These parents, that the three of us had, were not our real parents. They were for security reasons. I could put two and two together now.

I remembered how earlier Jackson had mentioned that he was aware of his past, but we weren't. He was aware of our real parents. Ayberk and Delilah were those parents of his that we were to ever come across. It felt for a moment that me and pixil were a danger to our parents. Like the fact that we know about them could put them in danger. I shook my head as it ached with thoughts running around.

Something was weird about me and Skylar. Something dangerous was real about us. We were in the middle of something unfathomable. My secrecy, as I liked to put it, and security, had killed my pretend parents. The air crash could have been caused. No report confirmed that it was an accident.

Then Skylar's parents, coincidence? Could have been. But then we come to new York and innocent people who kept us in their house were killed. Whoever is there had not worked on masking the murder this time.

It seemed to me, that it was no coincidence. Fake parents of two girls with the same name living in different states died in accidents which weren't specified as accidents and then they move somewhere else and their brother's fake parents taken down, no subtlety involved this time around.

Coincidence much? No. Fate? No. It would have been believable, but at the rate new things were unravelling for me I don't think I could have believed it was less than something caused and not accidental.

All the arrows pointed in one direction. I was in a deep, filthy mess, and I wasn't getting out of it anytime soon. I sighed loudly as I thought about my easy life seven days ago. Even with Jason it was easier.

Drenched to the neck in mysteries, I wasn't pulling off very well, after all, I was not one to keep my curiosity intact. I was going to find out the truth if it's the last thing I do. It frustrated me and killed me to just not know.

I wish I could sleep, or even concentrate on the beautiful view, but my thoughts were too loud. They drowned my sight, sound, smell, everything.

I nibbled nervously on the inside of my cheek as I struggled to calm down my nerves. All this information was too much to take. I wanted to go back in time and die before this happened, but I wanted to get to the bottom of this if it meant losing my eyes.