Forbidden Love

Dis Countenance

Dis Countenance

I run downstairs and grab my phone. I didn't know who to call, I don't know any of my family members or friends...Drake! As I was calling Drake a person knocks on the door. I open the door and see Drake. How did he know? Was it just a coincidence? More importantly why did I kill them? And why is Drake acting weird lately? Urgh! I hate this! I just want to break my head.

"Don't worry, you didn't kill them" he suddenly says to me

What? How...what?! I'm so confused! I didn't even tell him! I have to act normal or maybe he'll do something. I only knew him for half a day.

"Um...then who did?" I ask shyly

No reply

Drake pushes the door and climbs up the attic ladder. This was really weird! Can he read people's minds? He isn't acting like the day before. He's different. I walk up the ladder and I don't see the skeletons or Drake! Where are they?

"But...they were...here!" I murmur in shock

I can't understand what's happening! Why did Drake change and how in the world did he take the skeletons without coming downstairs?! Then a thought came to me, the window! I looked at the window, it was closed...

The next day, I wake up and run downstairs. It was scary of the thought that somebody died in this house. Since today is a Saturday, I'll just watch tv. I walk near the sofa and then I feel something under my feet. An old newspaper, it was about my parent's death! I read the paper and it says someone killed them! It was...Drake?! It says he was sentenced to death! Is this a joke?! Did I know Drake before? If I did, why didn't he say anything? Everything doesn't make sense! I'm so confused! Drake isn't dead, and I don't think he'd kill my parents!

I went outside after getting refreshed. I walk to the park, and I call Drake to come. As the phone was ringing, I saw Drake talking to a girl. For some reason my heart hurt. Was I jealous? The girl is leaning for a kiss! I run to Drake and bump into him, stopping the kiss.

The girl came up to me, and asked me who I am.

"I'm...uh" I hesitate

I don't know her! I don't talk to strangers that try to kiss someone I like!

"She's my girlfriend" Drake says

What?! Since when am I his girlfriend?!

What is he talking about?

"What...no?!" I suddenly say

"Yes you are" he replies

He gives me a wink. What the hell is going on?

"Listen, I don't know who you are, and you seemed confused! I think you are a fake. You aren't Drake's girlfriend but you do know him" she yells at me

"I'm not a fake!" I scream

This girl has black hair, it's really dark. It looks like it's a...

"Why don't you die already? Girls like you shouldn't exist you freaking emo slut!" I suddenly shout

Then the girl starts to cry. Her mascara rolls down her cheek. Who is she? Then I see scars on her neck and bruises on her legs.

Was this girl beaten?

"Sorry, I was just startled and mad." I look down and say

Then Drake taps me on the shoulder.

"Who are you talking to?" he asks

"Um...the girl you were talking to" I reply

"What girl?" he asks

I turn around and see no one there. She left! But I only looked away a few seconds! Why is this week so confusing?

Drake said he was leaving. I walk past the park's gate and hear Drake talk on the phone.

"Ana is definitely confused, all we have to do is make her fall into the trap" he whispers

"We"? Is he talking about that girl? And what trap? I knew it! This person wasn't the Drake I knew before, and I probably should stay away from him. I walk home and find the door opened. No one was there. I lock the door and go to my room. I lay down on the bed and started to squeeze my brain. Did Drake put that newspaper in my house? Was it fake? Was the skeletons fake also? I wished someone would answer my questions! Then I see the light reflecting on a tiny piece of metal in the corner of my room. I pick it up.

My eyes were wide. I found it! Maybe this will tell me something! I can finally get answers to everything and the reason my heart beats so fast when I'm around Drake. Then that moment I smiled. Something I didn't do in a long time. There I stood in my room holding the key to my diary.