Until my last breath

Chapter 04

Elsa's POV :

"Elsa what  happened to your eyes?You didn't sleep ?"Tessa sat beside me.
It was our history class but Mr.foster hasn't come yet.

"Yeah,couldn't have much sleep last night."I sighed .

"Why?is everything alright?"she looked towards me with concern.

"Last night ,I ran into something unusual and scary."I felt the fear creeping in.

"What?"Her intrigue was on high.

I told her from start to end and how Eric helped me .I was expecting her to be frightened but she started to laugh as I  have told her some kind of joke.

"Elsa,have you got hallucinated ?"she was laughing her heart out.

"What?wait you're not supposed to laugh! I'm serious."I looked towards her with confusion .

"Okay but the thing that just grabbed your hand could be some Ironman from old folk books."she grinned.

Before I could hit her arm with my book,Mr Foster finally showed up and Tessa luckily got safe from my bombardment .She winked and got back to her seat .

I placed my book back on table and looked towards Mr Foster.
Mr Foster teaches us history.I really don't like history .So I always found myself sleeping and yawning .

"Today's our topic is about ancient Invaders characteristics ."He fixed his slipping  glasses over the bridge of his nose .

"One distinct feature of Invaders are their "musk fragrance " .He said .

My eyes that were about to shut ,opened fully as I heard his words  .Fragrance !yes I smelled that fragrance yesterday ,that means ..hell no! It can't be an Invader .

"That fragrance is pleasant ,but invaders are not that pleasant with humans ,they are totally inhumane."And Mr Foster has turned the topic to the most common thing that everyone used to talk about and I wasn't in the mood to listen it .So I just lowered my self and placed my head at the back of the chair in a way that Mr Foster can't see me sleeping.

I closed my eyes and my thoughts started to wander off.That fragrance ..have I ever smelled it before?I started to think.

I felt like I had smelled it before.But when and where? Suddenly my mind brought me back to my childhood.

Yes !this was the smell that always came from my dad's old attic .
My dad loved to do mechanical work ,he had that small attic where he used to do work overnights .I always saw his hands filled with grease and oil.I never saw the final products or outputs of his tiring work.

That attic was a part of my grandparents small home,but as our grandparents were no more alive so that little place always remained uninhabited. My father used that wornout and kind of haunted place for his work.Besides working at the grocery shop,he used to do things of his own interest at that attic.Our home was few miles away from that place.

I used to go with my father to there ,he always got busy with machines and I  sat and used to see him working and when I got bore of seeing ,I started to play with my paper doll .

So I remember the fragrance when I have seen him for the first time..
Yes him...he was few years older than me.

I'm talking about that boy whom my father secretly kept at the attic .That was the secret that only dad and I knew.

One usual day,I was playing with my paper doll when Dad brought a boy who looked so fair and bright like light was making him glow .Dad told me that he had lost his family and would stay here but we have to keep this secret otherwise people would kill him .I didn't know why Dad said that he would get killed if we tell anyone. But I was only 7 years old so I never questioned him .