You Found Me

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 (not yet edited)

I walked into room while looking at all my pictures plastered on the wall. It is arranged by my age. My baby picture is beside the light switch and it goes on and on around the room. I look at it in astonishment. I dont know why, but I just did. I know this is creepy but looking at my pictures arranged like this is wonderful. My mom keeps a photo album but it is not arranged. There are just dates below each picture to remind us when it was taken.

While walking and looking at the trail of my pictures, I bumped a table that looks like a study table. There are papers scattered all over it, maps, documents, and more pictures. I did not think of touching, or reading any of the papers, afraid of what I would figure out next. But there's one picture that caught my attention. It is underneath of some of the documents but I can see the half of it. I was 4 at that time, I guess. I've never seen that picture of mine before. I was laughing at my left, holding a ball. At first, I hesitate to get it and have a closer look, but my stubborn hand did not listen to the command of my mind. I ended up holding it in front of me, looking at it carefully. 

It looks like I was playing with our neighbor, Carter Russel. He was making a goofy face at the camera while I was just laughing at him. He's my childhood friend. We always played outside our house or their house. He has a twin sister but doesnt like me at all. She thinks I get everything that were hers. Until that night, their house was on fire and I never saw them again. My mom was always telling me that they were living in heaven now to make me stop crying, and it did. But now, looking at our picture, it's like everything comes back in a flash. I miss him so much.

But why the hell Trent have this picture and i dont?! 

Why in the world would he have every picture of me?! He's not even in the pictures. 

I got too curious so I look at the papers on the table near to where I got the picture I'm holding. There's another picture of me and Carter. We're both smiling at the camera. I get it and put down the other picture I was holding. I'm looking at it carefully, reminiscing my childhood memories. As I was looking at it closely, there's a chill that travels in my spine and sends shivers all throughout my body. I shook it just as fast as I went out of the room.

I'm still holding the picture in my right hand while I walk to Trent's family picture that's hanged on the wall. I analyze Trent's picture and our picture. I look at Carter then at Trent, when he was still 9 years old in the picture, I assume. 

They look like twins. Like twins twins. 

Their features are the same. Eyes, nose, mouth, cheeks, everything. Even their hair. I walked even closer to the photo hanged on the wall and I raised my hand with our picture to put it beside it, so I can analyze it even better. But I really cant tell any difference. LIke none, zero, nada. 

Could he be Carter? My already dead childhood friend? 

"Alexis," A deep husky voice startled me that caused me to jump. I immediately stepped backwards from the family picture and slipped the picture I was holding into my jeans pocket. I turned around to see Trent standing so close in front of me. His fist is curled into a ball. His jaw clenched and his eyes are dark and furious. I didnt move a muscle and I dont know what to say. I dont know if he saw what I was doing. I looked at my left to where the room is located, and I fucking forgot to close the damn door. My head turns to him for him not to see that the door of the mysterious room is open. And thank God he didnt look away from me. He's staring at me with full of mystery. I cant point out what he's thinking. I gulped, unaware of what my body is doing. 

I've never been so scared in my whole life. 

"I..uhh.." I started. My hands are shaking so I slipped them in into my pockets. "I brought your jacket." I muttered as fast as I can. Then I realized that I tied his jacket around my waist so I looked down at it and untied it. While I was untying it, he grabs both of my hands. His grip is too tight. I tried to escape from his grip but I couldnt. His knuckles turns white as his grip gets tighter around my wrist. I tried to shout for help but when I opened my mouth, no sound came out. I tried pushing him, but he didnt budge.