Chapter 3:
Key
(AUTHORS PRE-NOTE: The year is 2026)
I was going back to school today. I was wearing regular jeans, a black long sleeve shirt, and black combat boots. My brown hair straightened, all the way down to my waist. I was still my misfit self.
"Bye girls." Dad murmurs as we step out of the car. I slam the door, saying nothing.
"Darcy, try not to get into any trouble." Darby whispers to me as we walk to the school doors, still polar opposites. Everything was the same, but somehow, it felt different.
"Whatever Darby." I murmur, straying from her. I couldn't take anymore of this lecturing. Darby walks a little ahead of me, and I wait for her to disappear into the halls before I head down the opposite hall, looking at the door.
'Mrs. Reid: School Counselor, 203'
I read the small plaque on the door three times before knocking. I pull my sleeves over my hands, my arms straight at my sides uncomfortably. The door cracks open.
"Hi, how may I help you?" She has an endearing smile, bright blue eyes and blonde hair, making me feel even more out of place.
"Um, I need to talk to you." I murmur.
"Of course, come on in." I walk in, taking in the relaxing demeanor of the room. I take a seat across from the other one.
"So what's your name?"
"I'm...I'm Darcy."
"That's a beautiful name." She smiles, sitting across from me.
"Thank you..." I murmur.
"I'm Mrs. Reid."
"I know."
"So, what would you like to talk about today?"
"I..." I don't even know how to start, how do I tell someone everything I've been going through? "Some personal issues..." I murmur.
"Like?"
"I feel out of place. Different."
"Why do you feel out of place?"
"I look different from my family, I'm treated different by my family then Darby, my sister, is. I question their love for me all the time."
"I'm sure they love you..."
"Can I show you something?" I ask her. She creases her brow, nodding. I reach into my pocket, pulling out the pieces of paper. I unfold them, flattening the creases. I hand her the drawings, and she examines them. She smiles a little.
"These are very good. Who are they?"
"I don't know...I see them in my dreams a lot..."
"They look sad..." She murmurs.
"They are...I don't know why. They try hiding it with smiles...but I see through it. Not everyone does. Only certain people."
"Like who?"
"The people who do the same thing or have done the same thing." She frowns a little.
"Why'd you draw them?"
"Because I miss them." I sigh.
"But you don't know them."
"I feel like I do..." I murmur.
"What kind of dreams do you have about them?"
"The woman is always crying..." I say. "The man is always comforting her even though he's trying not to cry."
"What're they crying about?"
"I don't know..." I murmur. The bell rings for first class and I jump, on edge this morning. I quickly take the papers away from her, folding them up carefully and shoving them into my pockets, where I now carried them everywhere I went. "Um, thanks. Bye!" I pull my black leather satchel over my shoulder and speed down the halls to my locker. I quickly grab my things, rushing into class.
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After School
Darby was going to her friends right now, and I would be walking alone today, although I didn't mind. I make my way through the halls and down the street. Kicking a few pebbles in front of me, I watch as people walk around the streets, coffee shops and clothing outlets full of people going in and out. I tuck my bangs behind my right ear, pursing my lips. I didn't want to go home, not now, not ever. I felt free on the streets. Maybe just a little drink before I go home? No, I have to get home now. I begin walking again. It isn't long till I arrive home, and I immediately want to head back to the streets, but I can't. I wanted to do something now, I wanted to find the key to that drawer. I rush to my fathers study, sifting through books and and everything else. Nothing. Junk. Those were all the things I found. I rush over to another drawer, yanking it open. I pick up a file, titled, 'Darby Gold'. I plop into my fathers seat and begin flipping through it.
Paper:
Date Of Birth: June 16, 2013
Full Name: Darby Annabelle Campbell
Mother: Sandra Campbell
Father: Alex Campbell
My hands shake as I read. Our last name isn't Campbell, it's Gold. My parents names are Chime and Andrew. What was this? I can hardly go on. I flip into another paper. One where they were registering for new names. My parents names were completely different, while only Darby's last name was. I let out a shaky breath, my entire body trembling. I flip through paper and paper, all about my parents and Darby's identities. I close the file, pressing my hands over my face.
"Oh my god...oh my god..." I whisper. I pick the file up and shove it back in the drawer. I notice another one, labeled, Darcy Gold. I quickly open it up, my eyes landing on a key taped on the inside cover. I quickly rip off the key. I examine it, plain silver, blank. Could it be the key to the drawer? There was nothing else in the file, just the single key. I run outside, grabbing the spare key from the birdhouse on our porch. I run back to my fathers study, ripping a piece of tape from the scotch roll and placing it over the key, taping it down on the folder. Hopefully my father wouldn't notice the key was different. I shove the silver key in my pocket. My phone rings and I nearly fly out of the chair in surprise. "Hello?" I answer.
"Darcy sweetie? What's wrong? You sound out of breath?"
"Nothing I'm fine Mom." I lie. I force the word 'Mom' out of my mouth.
"Well honey I'll be home in a few minutes. Just wanted to tell you."
"Um, yeah. Ok. Bye." I hang up, sighing. Crap! I had to get all this put away and fast. I grab the files, throwing them into the drawer again. Running a hand though my hair, I run out of the study, grabbing my school bag from the floor and rushing to my room.
"I'm home!" Mom, or Sandra calls out. I couldn't look at her the same. I didn't want to. She was an imposter. Who was she, Sandra Campbell or Chime Gold? I slowly trudge downstairs.
"Hi..." I murmur.
"Hey Darcy." She smiles. I hold back a glare.
"When does um Darby come home?"
"Couple of hours. She'll be home for dinner, calm down." She smirks. Anger boils inside of me. There was so many things I wanted to ask, so many questions unanswered and so many things I wanted to scream in her lying face. I nod solemnly. I had to talk to someone, but Darby wasn't them, no one was. This was a secret I had to keep.
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