RUNAWAY [Jeon Jungkook]

4. Searching

"Ok let's start " I mumbled to myself. I shouldn't babble to myself all time but it helps me to concentrate and gather my thoughts. Maybe this is a syndrome of being insane but whatever it is, it works. 

I sighed opening the first and the biggest wardrobe located in the room. I found a lot of bills, old photos and documents which aren't important at all. I sighed disappointed because i counted on finding something worth my attention. 

But there are paltry papers that don't even come in useful to mention about them in report which I need to prepare once again. I left the living room, going upstairs. I'm a little surprised that i didn't find any photo which show full of family. I mean that there're photos including only two girls - one of them is Nasoo and her sister. What about father? Is he alive or dead and where's the second child? This girl looked on 8 years old in the photo but now she could be older about 4-5 years. And where's the mother? It makes me wonder if this family experienced some tragedy.

I entered one of the rooms which is on the left. It seems to be Nasoo's bedroom. I looked around finding only small bedside table, bed and lamp. I frowned because where's the rest of furniture? It's impossible that it was everything what she owned. I opened the bedside table and found a lot of medicines but they aren't healing the schizophrenia but another diseases. I'm not sure but they look like pills for healing the depression. I scratched my head in confusion, letting my look on the  bed. I don't know why but i got piercing feeling that something is under the mattress. It's like someone's voice in my head which guide me what to do. I lifted it up and then i noticed notebook so i picked him up and opened on the first page. 

                                                                                                                                                     12.02.2001, Gwangju

I don't know what's going with me. I'm scared

Another pages look similar to first - only a few sentences. I hid it to my bag and i left the room going to another one. I grabbed the handle but i couldn't open the door. I pushed them stronger but it doesn't work. I cursed under my nose, giving up and then I made my way to another bedroom and fortunately door didn't make any problems with opening them. I entered and this room looks like her parent's bedroom. There is a big bed, wardrobe, desk, two small bedside tables and chandelier. It looks completely normal and different than the previous bedroom which seems like someone moved out years ago. There is cleanly and tidily. 

"Even more tidily than in my house" i scoffed aloud, coming to the wardrobe. I opened it widely and me eyes met a few hanging shirts and on the bottom i noticed a box. I lifted it up and put on the bed. I sat down next to, opening my finding. There is one old book which seems to be something like family record. I don't have time to check it out now so i hid this to my bag. I got angry because i talked to those idiots that they had to search this house step by step but of course they forgot about searching the rooms which are upstairs. I sighed exhausted by their lack of professionalism, planning how much i should cut off their salaries. 

Maybe it'll help them with work

Another things which I found there, are a small key and clothes. I gulped when i noticed dried blood on a shirt and pants. Their condition is so bad like they're lying in this box for many years. I secured evidences and i checked out the bedroom but there is nothing more except this box. I left the room, walking past this one which was closed. Then i heard sound of squeak of hinges. I looked behind my back and genuinely this time door is opened widely what made me freak out. I made a few steps back and I entered this freaky room.