Nobody Knows

11

Autumn

I groaned, throwing my phone on my bed. Gem wasn't answering any of my calls. Or messages. I tweeted her-suprise- kiked her, DM-ed her and almost all other ways of communicating on the world wide web.

I don't even know what happened. After class, Hunter and I texted Gemini, asking her to meet us up. She wouldn't reply and when we called, that stupid pre-recorded voice said, 'This number is currently not responding, please try again later, thank you.'

I remember a girl, Maddy, coming up to us and telling us that Gemini skipped school and asked us not to bother her. I wasn't sure whether I believed her- Maddy was the center of gossip, which were usually fake rumors.

"Autumn, we need to talk. Would you come downstairs?" My mum knocked on the door silently, and her voice was hoarse. I immediately thought back to what I did that might've cause the talk.

Nope. Nada. I wasn't getting anything that I did. I magically caught up with all my school work that I missed because of the missing Gem.

I opened my locked door and pulled a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I padded down the stairs, unconsciously picking at skin around my nails, a habit I did whenever I got nervous or scared.

"Come, Autumn." My mum cooed as she spotted me. I walked into the living room, and on the couch was a vaguely familiar man. He had a stubble and his pitch black hair was fairly messy. He was fit, you could tell by how tight his shirt was around his chest; and how chiseled his jaw line was.

"This is Dave, Dave... you alreadly know Autumn." My mum said nervously, and patted on the empty chair next to her.

I sat down and half-smiled at this Dave. Something else caught my attention, and my eyes darted to a box on the coffee table. It was the size of a shoebox and had snipped pictures decorating it. It was whimsical: Marylin Monroe's face was glued on differant sides of box; neon lights and shop signs were stuck on aswell, and not to mention the various Shakespeare quotes.

I didn't say anything about the box, because it was obviously rude, but I wanted to look inside. I don't know why, but I felt like it was for me. If I made a box, I would make it like that. The box spoke to me. Probably sounds crazy, but I feel it.

"That's for you, Autumn. You can have it." Dave speaks up, his eyes glittering. He must've noticed by frantic eyes searching the box. I take it into my lap, and trace the old pictures.

I mutter a thanks, and begin to open it, but my mum put her hand on mine. "Open it in your room, Autumn." She says, her eyes emotionless.  I shudder from her cold touch. What's wrong? She seems so distant, like something possessed her. 

"That's all, Autumn. You can go back." My mum says to me, giving me the most fake smile I have ever seen.

When I walk up the stairs, I hear my mum talking to Dave again. "We should've told her a long time ago." Tell me what?

I then realised, my mum was nice to me. I remember her apologizing to me the day after for saying all that, and she did it because Dad was cheating on her and she wanted to take her anger out on someone. Someone meaning me.

I closed my bedroom door and sat on the floor. I set the box down and examined it. Now that I got to properly look, I saw that it was in fact bigger than a shoebox. I was scared to open it. Mum looked scared when she told me to come, and that vaguely familiar man was there aswell.

My skin shivered as I unhooked the top from the bottom. It was like a little suitcase. I squinted as I eyed all the differant things hidden inside. There were letters, photos, newspaper articles and such. There was a little note on top of it all. I read through it, which was difficult as the letters were smudged.

It said 'For you,........, to finally know ............ Remember I love you, A........... and I'll always .......... in your ...........' All the spaces were the missing letters. My curiosity grew as I took a letter addressed to Adrianna.

Before opening the letter, something else caught my eye. It was a photo of a lady and two girls. I wiped away the thick layer of dust and gasped. The lady, who had two girls beside her, looked like an exact replica of me. She had beautiful brown hair and eyes, and she was looking down at who I think is her daughter. She had the same hair but her eyes seemed to be a more hazel-red colour. The other girl had dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She wore a familiar smirk and was clutching on the lady's leg. That girl...

I looked at the back of the photo and read the contents.  'Esty, Adrianna and...' I read, and gasped as I saw the last name,'Gemini.'