Mystery Me

Mystery Me Chapter 6

Recap:

"Yes please."  I followed Jessie back to the kitchen as he told his father what happened last night, completely cutting out the part where I asked him to go to bed with me.  His mother quickly said her two cents before her husband could ask me to show him my wound or even gather his medical supplies.

"Let's eat, breakfast is ready and I'm sure Mercy is hungry after her having her dinner cut short last night."  She spoke, giving her son and spouse a hard look, determined to get me to eat before they start prodding me with a needle.

I gave her a thankful look, before taking the seat I was in yesterday, as with everyone else.  Breakfast was served, it was pancakes, eggs, and toast with orange juice and iced tea.  It was, to put it mildly, delicious and mouth watering, just from the aroma that had came off my streaming plate full of food.  It was all gone now, and I felt so bloated, but all I can think and hope was that the needle wouldn't hurt when it dug into my skin.

"Ouch!"  I gasped in the slight pain.

"Hold still, Mercy, please."  Thomas gruffly said.

"I can't when you keep- Ow!  Sticking me with a needle!"  I flinched when he stuck the needle back into my skin.

"Only three more stitches, you can do this!"  Jessie pep talked from the side.

"Only.  Your not the one being- ouchie, oh nevermind."  I gave up with a huff.  "Ouch, ow-ch."  The last two pricks weren't so terrible, but I emphasized it because I did not appreciate being stitched up thirty times.

"See?  That wasn't so hard."  Jessie said, rubbing my shoulder as I got into a sitting position.

"Your right, thank you Mr. McKinly.  For everything, I mean."

He smiled, an actual smile that seemed to touch and light up his eyes.  "Your quite welcome, my dear.  It's not a problem."

I returned his smile, before looking at Jessie, who too, was smiling.  But it was different.  It wasn't like the loving look a parent gives to their child, it was almost adoration.  But for me?  I became uneasy, promptly looking away.  "Alright, so what shall we do on this fine day?  Facebook?"  I looked between the two, seeing the resemblance in not only physical features, but of their personalities and how it emanates.

"Lemme just text Marc to grab his laptop, and we could start."  Jessie said, pulling out his phone before ambling away.

"Yes, well you three have fun.  I'm going to go to my office.  Have Jessie fetch me if you need my services."  He nodded his head in farewell, before turning to leave into the kitchen, and down the hallway that I have never ventured down.

I felt helpless, and stiff.  I needed to move, so I got up and walked up the stairs I've only passed by a few times, yet a few times should be considered familiar to me.  I wasn't creeping up the stairs, just walked lightly up.  Is this how I used to walk?  I best continue to do so, if I do have people wanting to kill me.

As I let my feet take me aimlessly around the second level of the house, I let my mind wander, too.  However, until I heard Jessie's and Marc's voices.  That made all thoughts of my mystery vanish into thin air, and made my feet stop in their tracks.

Muffled voices drifted through the cracked open door, I could only catch snipets of the conversation. Curiousty overtook me, and I tiptoed to what I presume is Marc's bedroom.

"Jessie, do you really think Mercy should go back to school?"  Marc asked, scratching the side of his head as he looked between his computer and Jessie.

"Yes, we will be there.  Don't you know anything about her?  You've seen her at school!  Maybe we could survey the people and their reactions to her coming back."  Jessie mused, pacing back and forth alongside Marc's bed.

"What if they don't react?  They probably won't strike again until they build up her trust with them, since she forgot practically everything.  She's just getting fragments back, let her deal with those first before she walks blindly into this kill zone."  Marc was arguing for me, to at least recuperate.

"Well, we need to work fast before they try to kill someone else, or if it was just her they were after."  Jessie said, turning to look at Marc.  Marc looked away, before replying:

"Maybe.  Let's just do this Facebook search, see what we could find."

"Yeah, I don't want to keep her waiitng downstairs."  Marc got up off his chair and unplugged his computer, which on that note meant that I should high tail it back to the living room.

I quickly, but quietly, ran down the steps and into the living room before Jessie even made it little ways out of Marc's room.  I didn't know what to do, so I grabbed a nearby picture frame of the family and sat on the couch, lookng absorbed in the past memorie.

"Alright, so let's try Facebook."  Jessie said excitedly, plastering what I now presume a fake smile onto his face.  His eyes held some sort of emotion, they were guarded, but fixed on me the whole time he walked into the room and sat next to me.  Marc walked over with the opened laptop in his hand, but grunted for Jessie to slide over so he could sit in the middle for all three of us to see.

"Alright, Mercy Smith, time to find out who you were, err, are."

"Yeup.  Let's go."

Marc typed my full name into the little search box, and my name and picture popped up underneath. He scrolled over and clicked it, and the link brought us to my home page.  There were at least three hundred pictures on my account, and I had about five hundred friends.  I wonder why I didn't have more?  My wall had so many recent messages posted on my 'wall', so we started by reading those. Some said:

"Mercedes!  Come home soon:(  We all miss U!"  "Lucky bitch doesn't have to go to school."  "Text me!"  "Rate 10/10!!"  and other messages that made absolutely no sense as we went further and further back in time on my wall. And my statuses were really cryptic, too, so it made us wonder what was going on for me to post all of that.

"Maybe we should look through your photos?  Pictures are worth a thousand words, after all."  Marc said, while navigating to where my pictures were.

"Yeah, I guess your right."

We scrolled through the ones I uploaded, and then we went through all the ones I was tagged in.  We froze at the recent pictures, the ones from when I went missing.  It looked like I wasn't alone that night.  But what we saw in the picture was heart stopping.