U R Mine

Chapter 12

We three sat on the dining table. I divided three burgers, three tomato soups, sandwiches with extra mimies into our three plates. The table was very silent for the first time. Usually our dining time used to be one of the most noisiest times in our house. Max and Cullen used to fight for some dish. I used to enjoy their fight. Mom used to blame Max for all that. Dad,who used to be very irregular to dine used to miss all our table fun. But this time Max and I were completely into many thoughts. Cullen too was eating very fast. She has completed her cup of soup, while I and Max were still stirring it slowly with a spoon. I decided to break the silence. " Hey Cullen, Did you like the soup?" I asked. " Yeah Windey. Its just like our mom's soup." She said. Wait...What? My mom never made a soup. I bet she doesnt even know how to prepare it. I and Max looked at each other astonishingly. Max raised, " When did mom make soup for you? We didnt remember mom preparing soup for us." . " I said our mom Max. Not your mom." She said. I was awestruck with the answer. " What? What did you say? " Max asked. " I said its our mom who prepares soup."she said. "Isnt our  mom Max's mom too?" I asked. "NO" she shouted, threw the plate away and went to her room. I and Max were horrified with what has happened. " What the hell is happening to Cullen Windey?"Max asked. "I dont know Max. Even i was being surprised everytime she behaves like that. Leave it Max. Finish your lunch. She will be fine." I said. We finished our lunch and dispersed to our rooms. Cullen was sleeping by the time Max went to the room. We decided to leave her till she becomes normal.

I decided to take a nap. I fell on the bed and closed my eyes.

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I was sitting in the hall watching tv. Suddenly...
Thud...Thud..
Door banging...
It was from one of the locked rooms by the hallway. Its like someone was banging the door from inside. How can any one get inside a locked room? Was someone kept inside and locked? Many questions ran my mind. I went close to the door and pinched myself to make sure that i wasnt hellucinating. The door was still banging. I grabbed all my courage and "Is anyone inside?" I shouted. Suddenly the bang stopped. A creek sound like someone was trying to open the lock from inside. How could that be possible? Slowly the door opened leaving me a narrow width to look through. I could see many racks through that opening. I opened the door complete. It is a dusty room. I think it apts if i use the word library. It is almost like a library. Many racks full of books. "Is anyone there?" I repeatedly kept shouting making my slow and fearful steps forth. I walked through the racks. Suddenly a book fell down from one of the racks and pages started turning open as if it is kept in a strong wind. Inbetween the pages, i saw something like a letter. I picked up the book and took the letter out. I sat on the chair nearby and opened it. It says...

21st November,
Hillington.

Mom, how are you? How is dad? I really miss you both.
The situations here are becoming worse and worse. I made a big mistake that day mom. I shouldnt have done that. I really took a wrong decision that day. That day when my first baby died, i shouldnt have adopted Windey. Thats one of the biggest mistakes i have made mom. Our financial condition became worse after Max and Cullen. Recently we decided to hometuite Windey. Her bus and school fees touched the sky. We thought it would be better if she was hometuited. James was being very aggressive with me these days. He started blaming me for our condition. He was feeling that if i havent adopted her ,our condition would have been better. But he is not understanding the real fact. I am trying to convince him in this regard. But all my trails are going in vain.
Well mom... How is Caroline? Tell her that i will write to her when James leaves for bangalore. Thats gonna be by the end of this month. Tell her that i miss her. By the way how is little Caroline? Is she fine? Heard she became the most naughtiest. Thats not a bad news. Caroline will get relieved of all her stress and pain if she becomes busy disciplining her. I bought a dress for little Caroline and the snap of it is sticked back of the letter. It will soon arrive in a courier. Present her as my birthday gift. I maynot be able to make it myself. I am  sure James is not gonna allow me there.

How are Mr and Mrs. Jake? Hope you all a very great health.
Hope to write you soon. Bye mom. Love you.

The letter ended...

Tears started rolling down my eyes. I couldnt tolerate this. My mom isnt actually my real mom. My dad...he isnt my dad too. My lovely family..isnt mine. These thoughts squeezed me. I never imagined such a situation in my life. I wanted all this to be a dream. Ohh.. god..please.. Make all this a dream. I sobbed till my eyes became red. And suddenly.. i started to feel someone walking behind my back. I slowly turned back and... its...Mrs.Caroline walking close to me. What? Is she locked in this room? If its so..how could i see her yesterday? Was she locked after we met? But why would anyone lock her here? Why did she lie that she lives in the outhouse? Many questions struck my mind. She came closer and I stood up. I could see many scars on her face and blood drooping out. " Mrs. Caroline. What happened to you? Why are you bleeding? Why were you inside?" . I put many questions to her. She seemed less bothered of my questions. She just said " Windey..you are the one who should protect your family.". Everything you saw here is real. Save your family. Dont be late." "What? What is going to happen to my family? Whats wrong?"i asked. But she stood silent. " Tell me Mrs.Caroline. what's wrong." I kept on repeating this..and...

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"Getup Windey. You are sleep talking. Getup..". I opened my eyes. Its Max. I am on bed. Its my dream again? Oh..god. "What happened Windey? I came out to drink water and when i passed by your room i heard your cry. The door was opened and i came inside. By then you were shouting "Tell me. Whats wrong?". I tried to wake you up. Whats wrong Windey? Is everything ok?" Max asked. I felt relaxed hearing that. All what i saw in the letter was just my dream. Thank god. Such a dream should never ever come again. " Nothing Max. Just a dream. I am ok now. Go.. drink water and go to bed." I said.

He went out and closed the door. Its all sweat on my forehead. I raised my hand to wipe the sweat and... a paper in my hand. I opened it and...it was the letter i saw in my dream. Oh god.. what is this?...How could a dream come to reality?