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Chapter 2

WhispersConfusions

**Author's Note: Yeah yeah. So there it is. As always, I'd love love to hear from you. What you think about the story so far and stuff. It's not yet edited so please ignore whatever typos or errors you come across except it's something that affects the meaning of the story, please bring such to notice. If you liked, please click on that tiny little star. Adding this book to your reading list helps so you're notified of any updates and that stuff. So so, I really appreciate everyone who's taken time to read, vote, share, add to their reading list and comment on my story so far. I'll never forget you and I really appreciate you all. Oh and this chapter is dedicated to whispersconfusions please check her profile out. She's an awesome person and has proven to be a good friend I met here on Wattpad checkout her Bo Austen series...it's a bomb. Love,
Sam**

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It's Monday. Ugh! I look at the wooden seven dwarves marching to the mine. I know a million people would find it laughable that I, Davie Michaels, a 23 year old man would have the whole snowwhite/seven dwarves storyline for my alarm system. Well, before you judge me, this alarm system, has sentimental meaning and value to me as some of you rightly guess. It's run through the generations. This was dad's way of reminding me of my status as a member of a very prominent founding family of Gold Valley. It represents one of five things. Follow me and I'll drop one at a time along the way. The first is the Gold mine signifies the once beautiful town of Gold valley.
Right now I'm too busy chanting my everyday mantra and dragging myself off bed. 7:15am, The evil witch step mom's evil grin clock face says. Why did the clock have to be on her face? Who on earth designed this thing?. Her evil grin seems to dare me to go back to bed so I can finally loose my job. No way! I suddenly remember the new boss everyone's been talking about will be coming in today. Rumor has it it's a She. A grin finds it's way to my face. I'd better bring the charm notches up. Humming a song, I brush,shave and step into the shower. Setting the hot water real hot. Just the way I like it.
Humming and dancing to Michael Jackson's dangerous and admiring my hair in the mirror - Half length. I repeat half length mirror. I mentally go through my wardrobe thinking of the perfect appearance to charm a she -boss (who I honestly hope is pretty). I smile when I touch the shirt in my mind. That is the one!
'Dangerous' I sing doing the spin when I notice something in the blurry steam covered foggy mirror. Turning around sharply, I notice there's 'x' marks branded on my back. Like someone took a red hot searing iron and pressed it into my skin. I strain my neck and count nine. Nine horrible angry red marks on his back. There were marked in the same way one crossed days on a calendar. Suddenly the events of last night come flooding my brain and the dread returns. How could I forget? I panic. I've had nine visits and it's just four more and I'm a dead man. Fog starts filling the bathroom and I know I don't have long before I forget again.
'I have to remember' I yell. Looking around in a rush for something sharp, I sight the plier I had used to fix the mirror stand last night and I quickly draw another x besides the eight on my bathroom wall. The fog is up to my neck now. I scream as it fills my nostrils, eyes and mouth. Falling to the wet bathroom floor, I will myself over and over to remember knowing just how futile that is.

I open my eyes to find myself sitting on the bathroom floor with hot scalding water pouring on me. I jump to my feet completely lost on how I got there in the first place. Last thing I remember is shouting 'dangerous'. The initial confusion is gone in a flash as I can't help laughing at myself.
'Davie Michaels' I say. 'Michael Jackson was right. Doing the moonwalk on the wet slippery bathroom floor really is Dangerous'. I hurriedly finish my shower in that magical way only guys have the secret spell to accomplish. I sigh in the way I always do when I think about how Little Lizzie my bestie back in the days would have said about my childish attitude. If only that tragic incident never happened. If I had tried harder.