Cryptic

Chapter 8: Discovery

            I first checked her bedroom. The bed was perfectly made and everything seemed to be intact, until I turned around and saw that the TV was busted as if somebody punched a hole in it. But by my mom was not that strong.

            I then proceeded to go into the connected bathroom. I never noticed how big it really was. There was a Jacuzzi bathtub, two glass showers, and sinks on both sides. I observed the sinks for any clue; hair or any type of marking. A groaning noise made me freeze in my spot. I glanced up in the mirror, the reflection revealed an arm propped over the edge. Blood dripping from the fingers making a puddle on the tiled floor.

            I slowly turned and walked closer until I was able to look inside, careful to not get too close. A body laid inside, the head slightly turned and hair was covering the face. But it was not hard to recognize who it was, it was just hard to concept how it was possible. I knelt down on my knees, gripped the edge of the tub, and let out a muffled cry.

            “Sofia? B-but how?”

            How was she still alive? Why was she all bloody and left in the tub? And did she know what happened to my mother?

            Before I could ask another question I was hit on the head from behind making me go unconscious. The last thing I heard before the darkness consumed me was the word beware.

            But beware of what?

            My eyes slowly lifted open. I found myself in my bedroom, the morning light coming through the partially opened blinds, and the smell of breakfast filled the air. I got dressed and followed it into the kitchen, my mother stood over the smoky stove. With her back facing me.

            “Mum?”

            She turned and smiled. “Hey dear, I was just making your plate. Better hurry you are late for school.”

            “What’s going on?”

            Her eyes moved around, a confused expression crossed her face. “What do you mean?”

            “You were missing and…,” I tried to sum up the last part, “…I found Sofia in your tub.”

            “You were dreaming.”

            “I couldn’t have been considering she was covered in blood,” I protested.

            “Honey, she died. She is no longer alive and a part of your life. Sooner or later you are going to have to face that.” The harsh words set me back and I hit against the wall, my eyes in horror never leaving her face.

            She turned back to the stove and waved off at the door. “Just go Harry.”

            Without arguing I ran out the door, instead of driving off in the direction of the school I parked further down the street. Waiting for my mother to leave for work.

            Something was up and I am about to find out what that something is.