Illinois [#wattys2016 Writer's Debut]

Chapter Eighteen

Everyone snapped their head towards us.

"William?! Matthew?!" was what their faces seemed to be saying.

I looked at Matt for an instruction or a clue but I can tell he was not expecting this reaction from his grandmother. Introducing his true identity will be hard but revealing his dead twin brother is another thing.

His grandma still kept her tight embrace on me and it seems like small and light tears emerged from her eyes as it dropped onto my sleeve.

I didn't know what to do because it seemed like she would bawl her eyes out any minute.

I looked over to Matt and signalled a "Help me! I don't know what's going on!" look and he took the hint because he got up from his seat and grab hold of his dear grandmother very gently.

"Nana, this is Sierra Adams the Unspecified. She came here to look for her dad,"

His grandmother stopped crying and tears stopped dropping on my sleeve. She let go of me and we can all see her grey eyes.

She's blind.

Which got me thinking, how can she assume that I was Will? If she was blind, how can she glide down the stairs that well? Am I missing something here?

Matt's maids came hurriedly and took care of his grandma who seem to be experiencing a headache. He sighed as his grandma was being escorted to her room.

He sat on the couch across from me and closed his eyes avoiding others' curious gaze.

*****

"You're his girlfriend! How can you not know what's going on?" Flint asked Pearce judgmentally.

"Shut up, brat. No one clearly knows what's going on. If I don't know then no one should," Pearce said confidently.

I finished my drink awkwardly at how wrong she is. I decided to get my thought off of it and looked outside at the blooming flowers that seemed to be glowing when Matt broke my trance.

"Sierra? Can you come up with me, please?" Matt asked from up the staircase.

I can feel Pearce's burning glare at me as I stood up, passed her and went up the stairs.

We then walked quietly to a certain room where Matt's grandma should be resting.

He opened a set of double doors to reveal a huge bedroom with his grandma fishing through her bookshelf.

She stopped and looked towards me. Even though I positively know that she's blind.

"Sierra, I am very sorry. I thought you were my grandson," she said as she walked slowly towards me.

"It's fine. Don't worry about it," I said assuring.

"Please, call me Nana. Fay Clarks the Clairvoyant," she said with a big grin.

I shook her outstretched hand as a grin spread across her youthful face.

"As a Clairvoyant, I know what is going on simply by just concentrating on anything. The images just flash in my mind whether I want it or not and they vanish in a matter of seconds. It can be something that's happening near or far and it's usually based on feelings," she explained herself. "And it felt like you were William."