Read the authors note at the end, IMPORTANT!
Blinking several times to see if I was seeing right or not, I was left with my jaw open. Right in front of me, on my bed there was the envelope which my grandma gave me. In it there was the 100 euros which grandma took from Carly and there was a sticky note as well. Snatching the sticky note in my hand, I read what there was written in it,
I just want to inform you that I was the one who wrote all the sticky notes. I know I was a mean person to you, I'm sorry for what I did to you, I really am. Now that you're back, I'm aware that you know everything that happened back then, thus I'm giving you back the money. I believe that you own it!
- Grandma
At the end corner of the sticky note there was written in small letters, p.t.o. Flipping the sticky note over, in capital words there was written, I'm sorry once again!
If my grandma was the person who scribbled all those sticky notes, that means that she was involved into everything, right? Suspiciously, I searched for all those sticky notes I found and read, I was sure I kept them somewhere. After wasting a quarter of an hour finding them, I finally found them well hidden in the drawer next to my bed. They were well hidden under lots of papers.
In all there were seven sticky notes, not counting the one grandma has just gave me. Placing the sticky notes on my bed, all next to each other, I noticed that one sticky note was different than the others.
This one particular sticky note grabbed my attention due to it's different handwriting and the different colour of the ink compared to the others. All the other sticky notes were penned in a neat handwriting while this one was scripted with a small handwriting and the words were smashed into each other making it difficult to read. Apart from the difference in the handwriting, this particular sticky note was written in black ink while the others in blue. The sticky note written in black was also smaller, indeed it had less lines where you can write on.
Comparing the black written sticky note with the sticky note my grandma wrote, I noticed that there were different. The sticky note my grandma wrote had the same handwriting as the others did, this meant that it wasn't my grandma who wrote this specific sticky note, which I found in my grandma's house when my brother was locked up in her wardrobe.
As I was lost in my own thoughts, for a minute I reckoned that now I had Carly's mobile number. Quickly I sent her a message, asking her, Hey Carly, have you ever wrote a sticky note for me?
Pondering my mind with more questions of who it could be, I felt my phone vibrating. Unlocking my phone I saw that Carly replied back to me and she answered me with, It wasn't my job to do so, but to be honest with you, I did write one particular sticky note.
And I believe that now I figured out everything, the person who sent me all those unknown messages was Carly, I had a microphone in my mobile thus that's how she knew everything. My grandma did have something to do with their gang since she wrote all the sticky notes except for the one which I found in her house and we did have a mutual feeling, she hated me and I hated her back, but at least I got a 100 euros from her! Robert was innocent after all. Poor guy he was without family and he thought that finally he did find his real family, but it was only a lie. The only thing Wren did was help Carly lock up my brother in my grandma's wardrobe.
And Mariam was the assistant of Carly, I can't say it was her fault that they made my life miserable two years ago, but I can't say that she was innocent as well! She got Robert into her gang and she did let Carly do this to me. I can't say that I hate them, I did hate them two years ago and if I had a gun I would have shot them down, no doubt about that, but I guess by time my hate towards them went away.
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