Hidden Whispers

m i k a e l a // 2

"Come back to Glenville," Jake said with his still marvellous smile.

"What?!" I asked, horrified.

We were currently in the Claire's Bakery. I came into the bakery about 15 minutes earlier than him. When he walked in exactly half an hour ago, my jaws dropped. His skinny body had turned strong, and his features had become clearer. There was a shade of maturity in his 27 years old self which drew me towards him, in a sexual way. But I couldn't. Not again.

We talked, rather he talked, about how Glenville changed over the years. I replied with "yeah"s and "mhm"s because I was aware of the fact that if I did open my mouth, I would start swooning, and I could not do that.

And then he gave me the offer.

"No. Why?" I asked, my hands on my phone.

"Well, there's the meet at Glenvile High. 50 years of our school. We want you there," he grinned.

I was ready to text Lily to get me out of this, when his long fingers rested on my hand.

"Mike, wasn't I the one to teach you the Exuse-And-Leave trick? Don't use it on me. Let's talk, okay?," he shook his head and looked at me with his crystal blue eyes. This guy always knew his way around me. That was probably why I thought he was the one. I sighed. He knew my moves even before I did them.

"I can't go back, Jake," I whispered, "Please, don't make me go back."

"Is this about her? It has been 10 years already, Mike. Get it off your shoulders. It wasn't your fault, anyways," he assured.

He wouldn't know.

I shook my head. "I won't. That's it."

"People think that you're scared to come back, Mike. Isn't it time to prove that they are wrong? So what if something bad happened years ago? It still scares us too, but shouldn't we leave it behind and look forward?" He asked.

I shook my head, "It isn't easy, Jake. She was my sister, for heaven's sake! I'm getting late for a meeting, I need to go," I stood up, taking my bag. I made up my mind that I wouldn't go back. And nothing could change that.

While I was heading towards the door, Jake laughed bitterly and said, "No meetings on Sundays, Mike. Don't wanna come? Don't."

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The bitter smell of coffee filled up the entire room. With a mug in my left hand, I turned on the television to MTV. After the shitty day with Jake, I needed to drop down.

The chilly air of Manhattan entered my warm apartment through a neat, small creek in the window, making the curtain ruffle for a while. I suddenly didn't feel safe anymore.

Changing the channel to the news one, my world stopped and my jaw hung in thin air. Just what I wanted to avoid.

"Live from the small town of Glenville, a shocking and undesirable happening occurred in the afternoon. The mid-grown tree in the open field right beside the Masons' was spotted casting a dark silhouette against the fragments of the snow in its branches. The daughter of Jake Mason, Kylie, noticed something under the dark shadow hung under the tree, and a little investigation revealed fresh blood red drops on the soft white snow. On the stiff branch right above it, the lifeless body of her mother hung. The police have covered the full town and are looking through the case trying to find a solution," the flash haired reporter continued,"Is it a suicide or a homicide?"

The mug on my hand crashed down, leaving a dull brown patch on the carpet.

Winter. Tree. Blood. Body hung on the branch.

This was eerily similar to a case which turned my life into a nightmare. The same way she died.

You tried to tell me something that night. Something related to history...

Yes. "History repeats itself."

Your voice echoed through the room. I tried to cover my ears, but it was of no help. I tried to run away from you, but you came back to me.

And I had to make things right. I had to find out what exactly happened.

Because I had to make sure that this murder, or suicide, wasn't related to you or my sister at all.

And I hoped that it wouldn't, because you weren't here anymore. You wouldn't have anything related to this. This was a mere accident.

History won't repeat itself. It can't.

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