The unnamed

The Unnamed part 2

    There was an address and a number on the back of the note. I felt like I was in one of those murder-mystery movies. It was terrible. I looked the address up online, to my defeat it was just the mall. But what did the other number mean? It's not like I can show anyone this note, they'd think I'm going insane.

  I felt Pathetic. walking around the mall by yourself is always pathetic. Dwelling on my own self doubt I had an idea. The number is a shop number. I made a bee-line to 56.

  The candle shop. wow. 

  I let out an exasperated sigh. Something crashed into me and latched itself on. I looked down to see  a girl somewhere in her early twenties. "Oh. Er-hi. Who are you? And why have you latched onto me...?" I was in a deep state of confusion. "Austin Daquinn, age seventeen years and four months. Adopted son of Ms. Cora?" Great. Now I'm scared. She looked onto my eyes, searching.

  "Um... How do you know all this stuff about me...?" I didn't know what to think anymore everything has gotten too scary for me to handle. heh, that's human interaction at its finest right there. "Hmmm? Oh! Cora." She suddenly frowned." Wait, if you're here without her...is she?" She looked at me intensely. My breathe caught in my throat. "Oh..."  She looked at the floor and let me go. "I'm sorry." She looked totally crushed. "I-it's okay." I pulled the note out of my pocket and handed it to her. She read it over several times. "I remember when she wrote this."

  I stuck around after hours and learn a lot. All of them knew about Cora and what she did.  Great. What else did she hide from me? I didn't like what I'd gotten myself into. I wanted to crawl onto the floor and pass out. I had a headache from all the thinking. Or maybe it was just all the candles.

  When I finally got home I went straight into my room. It was past midnight so I doubt anyone else was awake.  I flopped onto the bed and fell asleep within minutes.