Dreams (On Hold)

I Will Get Answers Now

Author's Note:
The picture above is the tattoo Abigail sees in the previous chapter on the neck of that man. Yep...I drew that! Its beautiful right?!
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"Abigail, dear?" I heard a soft familiar voice of a woman. A hand slowly caressed my head and I was suddenly aware of someone's presence beside me. I opened my eyes and bolted upright in panic, wildly looking around.

"It's me, Abigail! Just me!" I looked at the source of the voice, to my left, and found Ms. Freda Linda looking fixedly at me. She was sitting at the corner of the bed with one arm awkwardly outstretched towards me. I glanced at her arm once, then back at her and then at my surroundings. Relief spread throughout my body when I realized that I was in my parents' room, on their bed.

"How are you feeling?" Ms. Linda gently asked me.

"What happened?" I asked her instead.

"I don't really know. When I came into the room, you were just standing there, near the window. I called you several times but you didn't respond, dear. So I came beside you and I tried to hold your shoulder. But, you simply went limp and fell down onto the floor." She replied calmly. "For a second there, I thought you-" She stopped abruptly. I think I knew what she meant. "I was scared sweety." I saw concern weaving through her eyes. I smiled at her reassuringly. "But I am fine." I said. She sighed and stood up, ready to leave the room.

"By the way Abigail, where did you find this?" Freda stopped abruptly and turned around to ask me while holding up a diary -- no, wait -- the diary I had brought with me from the passage. There was something accusatory in her voice which infuriated me.

"W-What do you mean?" I stuttered.

"You had this diary in your possession when I came to see you." She answered, with accusation once again lacing her voice.

"Well, yes..." I started saying as I sat on my knees and tried to get the diary from her, but she simply pulled it out of my arm's reach.

"I think I will keep it with me." She said. "And, it was never yours to begin with. It's not very nice of you to sneak into your parents' room behind their backs, Abigail."

"But Freda, I-" I started, but she gave me a look which immediately shut me up.

"Just tell me when you are ready to have dinner." With this said, she left the room, and took the diary with her.

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I woke up, extremely tired and groggy from yesterday's events. It was still dark outside and I hadn't slept well. Only one thought threatened to blast my mind -- how did Freda know about that diary? A diary which was kept not in my parents' room but in a secret passage. Considering that she rarely visited us, it was practically impossible for her to know about this, unless..

"Abigail!" Freda's shout scared the crap out of me and my hand instinctively moved over my heart. "Hope you are out of bed, dear! Come on, hurry up!" I closed my eyes and tried to control my immensely thudding heart. Who the hell shouts at the top of their lungs at 6:00 in the morning? I thought. Don't get me wrong, she is all nice and sweet, but she really does know how to get on my nerves sometimes.

Nevertheless, I jumped out of my bed and went straight to the bathroom. I did my usual routine and wore a simple yet elegant outfit.