The Forgotten

A Few Answers And A Lot More Questions

I push past Mrs. Bristill to get inside. I immediately go upstairs. When I reach Raven's room, I indivertibly look at Cardinal's door.

What was so important that night for her to risk her life? Maybe if she had known what happened to her sister she would have been more careful.

On second thought, probably not. Rich kids want what they want when they want it. Cardinal probably would have believed no one would dare attack her. Yeah...she was wrong.

I shake away thoughts of Cardinal and open the door to Raven's room.

I gasp.

The room has been ransacked. The bookshelf is lying horizontally on the ground. The bed coverings have been strewn across the floor. All of Raven's clothes are in a pile in the corner.

And the diary. The diary is gone. My one ticket into Raven's mind and life was stolen.

My mind is racing. Who did this? Was it the person who killed Raven? The person who kidnapped Cardinal? Could it be one of the Remembered? It could be one of the Forgotten.

I begin to straighten things up. I could call the maid, but I prefer working. It keeps my mind off all the dark thoughts. Plus, it gives me independence, another thing I enjoy.

When I finally finish, I stand in the doorway to admire my handy work. Minus the awol diary, no one would know the place had been turned upside down. Figuratively of course. That would have been a lot harder to fix.

Now I wish I had looked for a trace of the perpetrator before I fixed everything. Any evidence has been compromised at best. More likely I destroyed any chance of the police being able to find this guy. Or girl.

I groan and flop down on the bed. I had to remake it, which took the longest. I thought it'd be the bookshelf, but there weren't many books to sort through.

Eyeing the newly repaired room, I realize I let the tales of Robin Hood out. I get up and retrieve it. Returning to my previous position on the bed, I flip through it.

I wish I could remember the name of my old friend. Maybe I could find him. Unless he was killed. After all, very few people know what happens once a Forgotten turns eighteen, other than they disappear. Those few don't seem too inclined to spill the goods.

I should have tried harder. I'll just add that to my list of regrets. It could go right next to kicking Janessa when I had the chance and finding my sister before, well, before it was too late.

I swallow. I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to meet the same or a similar fate as Raven. That would suck. I mean, dying itself is really terrible. But it's worse to die as someone else.

At least, I think it is.

The day continues to wan. I continue to get bored. Wallowing around Raven's room looking at books I've already read doesn't occupy me very long. I didn't expect it to. I just wanted something to take my mind off of what's been going on. More than that, what's going to happen.

I shudder at the thought. What does the killer want? Why do I keep torturing myself like this? This isn't any of my business. The police will catch whoever is behind all of this destruction and chaos.

I can't help but think that the killer/kidnapper would already have been apprehended if the Bristills had just admitted Raven was murdered. I'm not positive she was murdered, but the circumstances are too suspicious. It can't be a coincidence that the last place Raven and Cardinal were seen was when they left a party.

Well, actually Raven was seen by the driver...

A thought occurs to me. Cardinal could have gotten home. If Mr. and Mrs. Bristill were on their way to pick me up from jail, they wouldn't know whether or not Cardinal was here after the party. They-stupidly-believed she was asleep. Maybe the driver saw her. He could have even driven her home. It's possible both girls were killed here.