One Mystery One Life

CHAPTER 12

ALEX'S P.O.V.

I heard faint noises behind my beautiful dream. I wonder what it is. Another emergency or someone died again. Now I have to go help them and I get up and dash and a jolt shook me again... What is going on here I was going to safe them, but there is something beneath me. So comfy and top of me too. Uncle Derek isn't even here. Thank god for the first time he did not wake me up straight three'O clock and as for now I am going to go back to the dream-... then the cold hit me with reality. I am going to freeze and I better get up, but I don't want to at-least to this Gorilla. When he goes I will wake up by myself. I am not going to admit defeat to him. 

Cold sent chills through my bones and I cuddled up to myself. It is so cold; I could pee myself right now.  

"Chipmunk you better wake up" He warns me and I take it in from one ear and take it out from the other. It's not like I am ever going to listen to him from my will. He sucks! That's why I love him. The cold is freezing me hard. It is so cold. I better get up but I won't. I hope he leaves soon to fetch a bucket of water. And yes he will come back to throw it on me but I can make my way out before he goes to fill it. 

I hear his fear steps leading to the washroom and cease back a grin. When I hear a click of a door I hurry and get up to make the bed, but when I saw Uncle standing at the door with a smirk on his face, I knew the victory was lost to the hands of an animal (Gorilla).

I frowned and he chuckled seeing me like this. "Well! My dear I win this time" He tells me and I smile sheepishly. 'I am going to get him for that' 

"Freshen up and come down for breakfast" He said in a gentle tone but the roughness of his voice ruined it. Bitter truth, but I passed a smile liking that tone from ever and walked up to the washroom. I have been awake from a lot of time but I was planning on continuing on dreaming so I did so; dream.

I pulled a seat in front of Uncle and started at the delicious food kept in front of me. Coconut juice and some other things were kept in front of me. I couldn't recognize the other things but I admit they smell delicious. This is one of the best things of mountains: people like to get knowledge, achieve skills and master talents. Many of the people learn cooking in an extreme mannerism like other people in their fields like I may specialize in chemistry. 

From how far I have learnt in encyclopedia's and the other books the world outside is not as much as developed as we are. I have no idea if that if it is true but I have found out that they have laws that don't permit making drugs and require license. But here it does not even make any sense. Even a five year old could make something poisonous or great. I have to say because we want to have more education we keep books in our house and they fill up four to five shelves and sometimes even eighteen. I guess eighteen is the correct number and I should stop reading their novels. I mean I have to read something from mountains. 

I have more than twenty shelves in house mostly belonging to my parents. I saw some outside interior homes on internet and found that most of their people don't have many books in houses.

I could deduce that we illegally sell drugs to those people; it's only illegal for them. There are a few laws here and the most important one's are for causing a loss. No loss to human life, no loss of money, and no property damage etc. I ignored the thoughts I had in mind and started with the food.

"Looks delicious does it?"He asks and I look at him and back to the food. I am not going to admit, but I am not going to lie either. I have to admit it to him once in a while.

"Yeah!" That's all I say and this is awkward. I am not good at talking to people but I know how to put up a good conversation; I can't master giving or taking compliments yet. They make me cringe somehow. I can't help but think how people can be so good at that.

"Yeah is it?" He asks me making me feel guilty. How am I supposed to handle this. This is he doom of me. I just start eating before I start hyper-ventilating because of over thinking.

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"I am going outside. I'll be back in a couple a' hours" He tells me and butterflies run around my stomach. I am going to have fun all alone... messing with his stuff. He picks up his keys from the counter and turn around to leave.

I stare at the picture in my hands for a little while. What is going on here. A women is standing next to a guy holding a baby. Uncle Derek seems to have had thrown a knife at it or so. That the reason I can't really figure out is there is a hole that doesn't display the person's face. The man's face. I took a picture of it and hid it in my phone and got out of his room before he came or something. I have to search for this person. 

You know that baby in the picture looks familiar. I have to search about this, I thought to myself, because most of the time or maybe even like all of the time what I find about Uncle Derek automatically links towards mom and dad. And somehow this looks suspicious. I have to find out about this.  

I take a lollipop in my mouth and suck on it as I wander through the corridors. My sub conscious steps lead me back to my room. I sit and so sit down on the couch. Now I really need to talk to someone and I know it did be very awkward when I do. Maybe I should just read some books. I get up and grab a book from the shelf. I examine the book and notice that I haven't seen or looked at it before. This one seems new.

I open a random page and the castellar text appears 'Instants'

One shot was captured

One was living alone

One died in an instant

one was living alone

One girl was sitting

one was standing alone

one fell asleep in instants

one was standing alone

I got a little bit confused not understanding the purpose of the poem given by the author. I flipped the book and read a few other pages and found the same pattern. It is a book of riddle poems. I didn't understand them so I decided to keep it back into the shelf. I am too tired to think. I took a picture just in case I would want to think about it again.