Seven words

4. *.*

My mother was alive.

My mother, whom I had believed to be dead for nine years.

My mother, who I loved with all of my heart.

What about my father? Could he be the man with his head turned, who was standing next to her at the time?

A flash of anger suddenly seared through my mind. Who were those men, the ones in the picture, who were pushing my mother, and possible father, into a suspicious-looking van? Who were they to take my parents?

I stood up, and suddenly spotted my purse hanging on the doorknob of my wardrobe. Fumbling through it, I withdrew the crumpled note that had been shoved into it last night. As my eyes scanned the writing, a gasp slipped through my lips as the paper floated to the ground, landing on my carpet with one corner furled over. 

Do you want to know where your parents are? Do you want to know who you really are? This is a dangerous game that I've introduced you to, a vicious cycle of life and death. Once you start playing, you can't quit unless you'd wish to be personally acquainted with Death. So, May, are you willing to play? You can live in oblivion for the rest of your life, or you can at least attempt to find your mother and father. Someone to walk you down the aisle. People to congratulate you when you go to college. To cry when you move out. To hold your hand as you give birth. To interrogate every boyfriend you ever have. I'll be your ally, should you choose to accept to join this game.

So are you in? If you aren't, then throw this note in the bin, delete whatever news article you've surely already found concerning the 'boating accident' that 'involved your parents'. Live in peace.

If you are, then meet me today, (the day after that tacky high school party), at 13 hours at the docks by your house. I'll be wearing a black suit with dark sunglasses, and I'll be holding a black briefcase, with a bright red handkerchief tucked into my left blazer pocket. I'll wait until precisely quarter past, at which I'll leave, and drop my handkerchief on the ground, to let you know that I've left, should it happen that you are late. Wear a mid-thigh white skirt and a grey tank top with white gladiator sandals and large sunglasses.

Don't worry, it's sunny outside.

The 'masked man'

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Sorry for the short upload, and the cliffhanger! Comment below and tell me what you think of it so far. I'm trying to make it as suspenseful as possible so far. Is it working?

-NW